Page 47 of Wicked Heiress

Rhys was at least a foot taller than me and had about sixty pounds more solid muscle. Cut like an athlete, he was lean and toned, with a body so perfect I wanted to let my hands roam over every inch of him.

His hands moved from my hips to my ass. “You’re so fucking sexy, Grace. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have one night with you.”

“One night?” I gave him a sweet smile. “That’s all you would want?”

“No man could only have one night with you. But I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me.”

I wanted to say Cole could but held my tongue.

“Let’s play a game of hide and seek.” I flashed a smile. “If you can find me, you get to keep me for the rest of the night.”

He winked. “Challenge accepted.”

I jogged away from Rhys, laughing and smiling until he was out of sight. When I reached the main staircase, I gripped the railing and ascended the stairs to the second floor. My room was beside Rhys’s at the far end of the hallway. His door was open, so I poked my head inside. The guest room had the same king-size bed and balcony overlooking the bay as mine. I liked to sit outside at night, breathing in the salty air.

I loved it here.

This town was perfect.

Like a fairytale world.

I wasn’t trying to make it hard for Rhys to find me. After the sting Cole’s betrayal left behind, I wanted to spend the rest of my night consumed by Rhys. So I inched into his bedroom and flipped through the books on the nightstand. I knew better than to spy, but I couldn’t help myself. Rhys was still somewhat of a mystery.

When I Googled his family, it returned thousands of search results. Most of the articles talked about their manufacturing company. One news outlet speculated they were bankrupt, but it was only a rumor.

I opened the dresser drawers containing socks, boxer briefs, shorts, and T-shirts. The closet was filled with dress shirts, pants, suits, and jackets.

Nothing exciting.

I sat in front of the desk and flipped open his laptop. I wanted to know everything about Rhys because I was starting to have real feelings for him. Of course, the MacBook was password-protected. I needed to know more than what he’d told me over the past few weeks to crack the code, so I didn’t even bother. I heard footsteps in the hallway moving closer to the room and hopped out of the chair, dropping onto the bed with my heart pounding.

Rhys entered the room, humming a tune under his breath, a bottle of liquor tucked under his arm. He stopped when he noticed me, a sly grin illuminating his face. “There you are, princess. You didn’t make it very hard to find you.”

I spread my legs, placing my hands on my inner thighs. “Come claim your prize, Rhys.”

His eyes darted to the open laptop.

I’m so busted.

Rhys set the bottle on the nightstand and crossed the room to type something into the computer. His fingers moved across the keys. I wondered if he knew I was spying on him. But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he dimmed the screen and spun around to face me.

Rhys ran his thumb across his bottom lip, staring at me like a snack. “Fuck, you’re hot.” He moved between my thighs, bending down to touch my skin. “Wanna have some fun, princess?”

“Yes,” I whispered, excited by the promise, and slid my hands up his chest. “Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, his lips crashed into mine. He tasted like expensive whiskey and smelled like spicy cologne. His lips were soft and warm, and as his tongue slid into my mouth, I moaned from the sheer pleasure blooming inside me.

He quickly undressed me and slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re so wet.” Rhys slid his finger inside me, and I cried out as he added another. “Are you going to come all over my cock and scream my name like a good girl?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

He leaned forward to taste me, and intense waves of pleasure rolled down my arms. With his mouth on my throbbing pussy, the heat from his breath sent chills down my legs as his tongue rolled over my clit. Rhys licked me the way he kissed me, slow at first before picking up the pace. Nothing compared to the feeling of hot and cold washing over me, the sensation building until it reached a crescendo. When the last of my tremors ceased, my entire body felt numb.

“You taste good.” He licked my juices from his fingers. “Watching you with Marshall nearly killed me. I need to be inside you.”

I bit my bottom lip as he pushed the shorts over his hips, and his long, hard cock sprang free. He caged me against the mattress and covered my mouth with his. I rocked my hips, and Rhys groaned, threading his fingers through my hair as he deepened the kiss like he wanted to brand me.

After a few more kisses, he grabbed his wallet from the nightstand. Rhys opened a condom and rolled it down his length, lining the tip at my entrance. He hooked my leg around his back and guided himself inside me. Only an inch or two, but it felt like more.

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