Page 80 of Forking the Billionaire

I covered her mouth and nipped her ear. “Quiet, Bramble, or someone will hear.”

She licked my palm.

That hot, wet tongue, paired with the mischievous, hungry look in her dark eyes—it shoved aside whatever shreds of restraint I’d had left. I slammed into her as she licked my palm.

There was no more self-preservation. She turned me into a feral beast. She clawed at my back, taking it, encouraging me to give her more.

There was no restraint anymore. I gave her everything that I had, everything that I was. We were raw heat and motion, two bodies slamming together in desperate fervor. I devoured her.

Her breath hitched and she clung harder to me, clenching and moaning. I needed to come, the heat and pressure buildingtoo fast, like it had on the beach with her. But I needed her to come first. I needed her satisfied and content.

A knock came from the other side of the door.

No.

Frustration burst through my chest, and I wanted to punch something.

“Stop and I’ll murder you,” Esme whispered to me.

I rolled my hips forward and back slowly.

She nodded and closed her eyes. I grabbed onto her small breast, flicking my thumb back and forth over her hard nipple.

“Yes?” I called, my voice like gravel.

Esme chewed her bottom lip and a fresh blush crept up her cheeks.

“Just checking you didn’t get stuck in the toilet,” a deep voice said.

It took a moment for me to register who the voice belonged to, my cock still deep inside Esme. I couldn’t handle thinking about anything but the feel of her soft body pinned against mine, or the heat and tightness with which she gripped me.

“Thanks for that,” I said to Chester, as lightly as I could.

Esme snorted.

“I’m good,” I said. “You can go now.”

“You sure?” Chester asked.

“Leave me alone.”

“Fine. I’ll piss outside,” he said.

Esme laughed, this time covering her own mouth in time to suppress the noise.

The sound of footsteps suggested Chester was gone.

“Do you think he knows?” Esme asked, her voice soft with a hint of worry. “Do you think they all know?”

“No.” I hoped not. But if we didn’t return soon, they definitely would notice. I hated to say it, so I rolled my hips as I did. “Should we go back?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. “Not until you finish what you started.”

Thank you, universe. She said it like a challenge, one I gladly followed through on. “If that’s what you want.”

“Shut up. Don’t say it like that.”

“Like what?” I asked as I thrust into her hard again.

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