Page 4 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

She shakes her head. “I don’t remember her number.”

I chuckle. “Okay, I can still take your photo and send it to you. My car has a charger you can use.”

She nods. “Okay.” She fluffs her hair. “Do I look okay?”

I notice a small smudge of ice cream on the top left corner of her lip. “You have something…” I lean in and swipe at it. Our eyes lock as I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck. Her eyes grow hooded, lowering to look at my lips in a way that makes my cock twitch.

“Ready for the picture?” I ask, barely managing not to groan.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I take a few photos, then show them to her. “You look perfect.”

She looks at the photos, then back at me. “Do you want to get out of here?”

“Okay!” I say, pulling out a hundred-dollar bill and placing it on the table. I stand and offer her my hand. “Ready?”

She nods, her hand slipping into mine. I guide her back to my car, assisting her as she settles into the passenger seat.

As soon as I sit down, close the door and turn, the atmosphere changes between us. Our gazes lock and I find myself staring at her lips. She returns the look, her eyes flickering with anticipation.

Dammit! I can’t resist any longer.

I lean in, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss is electric, intense. She’s soft and warm, her tongue cool from the ice cream.

The sensation sends a shiver down my spine and I swear I could lose myself in her right here and now.

I think I might come just from kissing her.

I pull her closer, our breath mingling.

“You taste so good,” I whisper against her lips before diving back in, my tongue tangling with hers.

The rain picks up, drumming on the car roof, cocooning us in this heated moment. I trail kisses down her neck, sucking on her soft skin.

“May I?” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.

Her eyes are hooded, pupils blown wide with lust. She nods. I drag the collar of her dress lower, revealing the top of her breasts. I kiss and suck, feeling her body arch into mine. The Range Rover is spacious, but right now, it feels like a cocoon of heat and need.

I drag her onto my lap, feeling the heat between us intensify. “Fuck, Amelia, you’re driving me crazy,” I groan as she grinds against me, her warmth seeping through our clothes.

“I have a place across town,” I manage to say between kisses.

“I can’t wait,” she whispers back, her hands busy unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers grazing my skin, leaving a trail of fire.

“We can get a hotel room,” I suggest, even though I don’t want to stop.

“Do you want us to stop?” she asks, her voice a breathy whisper as she unbuttons my shirt, her hands sliding inside, warm against my skin.

“No,” I breathe, my need for her is overwhelming. I reach for the condom in my wallet, tearing it open. My hand slips between her legs, sliding her panties to the side and finding her hot and wet. “Fuck, you’re so ready for me.”

“It’s all for you,” she murmurs, her voice husky.

It’s all frenzied passion as I sheathe myself, pulling her down onto me. The seat lowers and she slides onto me, her body fitting perfectly. We rock together, our movements desperate and needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her. Her hair falls around us as we move, our laughter mingling with gasps and moans. “Come for me, Amelia. I need to feel you.”

Her body tightens around me, her orgasm hitting hard. Her cheeks flush and I follow right after, the intensity of our connection overwhelming.

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