Page 3 of Protected By the Billionaire Ex-SEAL

Just like that, all amusement flees as a bolt of pure lust shoots through me. My cock stirs while the rest of my body is charged with sudden electricity. I become aware of her smell, soft and delicious, and her warmth…soft and delicious.

The bartender comes back with our food, but my eyes remain locked on hers.

“Is that your favorite position? Under me?”

Her amber eyes darken, turning into copper. She shakes her head.

“No.”

“Then what?”

Her lips part. I want to press mine against them, letting the kiss burn away all the suppressed heat.

“I like to be on top.”

“Riding?” I lick my lips, imagining her riding me, those eyes blurring with pleasure.

“Yeah.”

Fuck.

“Grinding against my cock?”

She smirks, and it’s the sexiest thing. She tilts her head, challenging me back. “What about you? What’s your favorite position?”

“Anything.”

“Impossible. You need to be specific.”

“Fine. Any position that’ll have you screaming my name.”

Her mouth drops open, her tongue peeking out. Her eyes flare—the same glimmer of lust that I felt—before she schools her expression. But it’s too late.

“That’s a tall order, Christian.”

It’s the first time she’s said my name and I already like the sound of it in her mouth. Unbidden, an image of her saying it over and over while I’m driving inside her grabs me in a chokehold and sends me careening into a blinding need.

“Bet on it?”

She blinks at my question then mulls it over.

I used to have a lot of one-night stands back in my younger days when the hormones were raging and I wanted to try everything out before settling down. Not uncommon for young Navy SEALs.

Then after leaving the Navy, my business became my priority and settling down was put on the backburner. They’re less common now but still happen when I need to slake that physical need, but it’s always been friendly and never amounts to anything other than a mutual orgasm.

But this…there’s a connection, one that’s unmistakable, and I know that we’ll end up having a great time.

And Raven’s whisper seals the deal.

“I like bets.”

I turn my head, brushing my mouth against her earlobe.

I feel her soft intake of breath.

“Then I bet that I’ll be inside you by the end of the night.”

Chapter 2

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