Page 58 of The Billionaire's Beauty

When he holds me this tightly and loves me this thoroughly, it doesn’t seem so crazy to believe him when he says he’ll give me anything I want or need. That he’ll protect me.

When he touches me like this and I see that blaze of intensity in his blue eyes, I know I’m in this for the long haul. Whatever that means, whatever form that takes. If he wants me, I’m here.

“You do?” I ask. “Don’t keep me in suspense.”

“We’re making up for lost time,” he says, keeping an eye on me in the mirror as he nips my neck, making me squirm. “We should’ve been like this from the beginning.”

“That would’ve gotten my vote. But you never noticed me.”

“Bullshit. I noticed you. I wanted you. Exactly like this.”

Music to my ears. I’ve always wondered. Especially given the way he’s noticed every other woman who’s crossed his path during that time.

“Like this?” I say, grinding my ass against the hard length of his dick and enjoying the way he tenses in response. Then I turn, push him back a step, drop to my knees and look past his heaving chest to his downturned face as he watches me with avid interest. “Or like this?”

“Whatever you want to give me,” he says, his voice hoarse. He takes my head in his hands, strokes my hair and massages my scalp. “I’m there.”

“Glad to hear it,” I say before taking him in my hands and putting my mouth on him.

I grip and squeeze. I cup his balls. I stroke. I lick. I suck, taking him deep. I work him hard, my mouth straining to manage his plump head and thick length. He groans above me. Whispers urgent words of encouragement that I can’t quite hear before finally pulling my hair to get me to stop. But I take my time releasing him, making sure to maintain eye contact as I slowly let him slide free.

“Get up here,” he says, taking my hands and pulling me up.

His touch is rough as he turns me to face the mirror again. Urgent. He bends me over the counter, making sure my hands are planted just the way he wants them. Brushes my leg with his knee in a silent command to widen my stance. I’m only too happy to comply, especially when he strokes my slick cleft with his fingers and then his dick. As if there’s some outside chance that I’m not wet and creamy enough to accommodate him by now. I hold my breath, waiting for him to grip my hips, adjust the angle and get it right…

“Hurry,”I say, agonized, and he enters me with a sharp thrust that makes me cry out with exquisite pleasure.

My eyes roll closed. His breath hisses. Honest to God, I feel as though I’m sliding into some altered state, some sexual Twilight Zone where every experience is thrillingly abnormal, but I force my heavy lids open again, determined to experience this moment with all of my senses. Especially sight.

The scene is raw and unfiltered as he begins to move inside me with hard and rhythmic pumps of his hips. Animalistic. Both of our faces are red and strained. Muscles flex in his arms and across his torso. My hair swings in my face. My breasts dangle. He grunts. I moan as the pleasure cements itself between my thighs. We watch each other the entire time, our eyes locked in the mirror.

We are wild and unrestrained together. We are sexy.

And the sight of his heavy-lidded gaze and the way his features twist with gathering ecstasy as he presses his face to my neck? Absolutely unforgettable.

“I’m going to fuck you like this. All summer.” His eyes flick open again, nailing me with a look of dark intent. “We have to burn this out before you leave.”

I can only put a little more effort into my counterthrusting and laugh at his foolishness. As if I’m going to go gently when the fall comes. As if either one of us could ever overcome this.

“You can try all you want.” I have no idea where my new breathless sex-kitten routine comes from. I only know that it feels as though I’m speaking from the bottom of my soul. And if it sounds a little like a curse on him, even to my own ears, well, so be it. “But you’re not getting me out of your system. There’s no way.”

He doesn’t like this. I can tell by the way his nostrils flare. And then, as predictable as the tides, Griffin does what he always does: offers new sexual diversion.

He smacks my hip with one hand, palms my breasts with the other, closes his eyes again and gives himself over to the moment, sounding anguished as he shouts my name.

But I spoke the truth just now. And we both know it.

He stiffens, his big body spasming against me as he holds me tighter. Tighter. I wish we could freeze time right here in this moment, where we know what matters and what doesn’t. I wonder how many more times we’ll butt heads and who will emerge the victor.

I wonder if a man like this could ever fall in love with me.

The tension eventually eases from his body. I see his eyes flick open in the mirror. Electric blue. Sapphires and diamonds.

“I keep wondering,” he says quietly, running his lips across the top of my back. He’s still trying to catch his breath.

“Wondering what?” I ask.

“When you’re finally going to get tired of my bullshit.” There’s a long pause while his gaze wavers. I get the feeling he doesn’t want to reveal the full extent of his dark thoughts. “Walk out on me.”

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