Page 93 of The Billionaires

His lips twitch, and he bends to swing me into his arms, pressing me tightly against his hard-muscled chest as he begins walking. He doesn’t seem to exert any effort as he carries me, either.

Those sexy muscles aren’t just for show.

“I could get used to this, you know,” I say after he lays me on the bed.

A cocky smirk dances on his lips. “You enjoyed yourself?”

I stretch, feeling like a cat. A well-fed, well-stroked cat. “When I came the second time, my toes curled so hard my feet hurt.”

He stares at my feet, and his earlier smile is replaced with a downright carnivorous expression. “Do you want them massaged?”

I could remind him about the time I admitted to enjoying that particular act, but instead, I blurt, “Does a cactus inhale carbon dioxide at night?”

He sits on the edge of the bed and takes my right foot into his hands. His voice is husky again. “I assume that is a yes.”

I start to answer, but he squeezes my foot near the toes and I exhale in pleasure instead.

Encouraged, he presses more firmly, and then his fingers slowly traverse the distance to my ankle, bringing pleasurable relaxation in their wake.

He starts to make small circles on the arch of my foot.

I close my eyes, now feeling like a cat being petted.

He moves his thumbs up and down my Achilles tendon.

If humans could purr, I would.

When he starts to squeeze and then pull on each of my toes, I sigh in delight as I get a flashback to my earlier orgasm—especially when he starts to slide his fingers up and down each toe.

“This is the best foot massage I’ve ever gotten,” I breathe, opening my eyes to catch his gaze. “Not a hint of tickling, I love it.”

His carnivorous smile returns. “Let’s see if you like this. Don’t peek. Just feel.”

Intrigued, I close my eyes again.

Wow. There’s an intensely pleasant sensation coming from my big toe—a combo of warmth, wetness, pressure, and light suction.

It’s vaguely akin to when my nipple is sucked, and even echoes in my core in a similar way.

Unable to help myself, I open my eyes.

As I figured, he’s sucking on my toe.

Then he licks it, sending a bolt of heat straight to my clit.

I gasp.

He slides his tongue over the arch of my foot.

I can’t help but moan.

He restarts his ministrations with my other foot, and I find my hand sliding between my thighs, pressing against the empty ache pulsing there.

“That’s right,” he growls, his eyes flaring. “Come for me like that.”

Gladly.

My breath speeding up, I press harder on my clit as he sucks my next toe, and as he switches his attentions to the third toe, I come with a choked cry.

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