Page 32 of The Billionaires' Prize

“You really liked being shared, didn’t you?”

A new glimmer flickers to life in her eyes. She guides my hand down her body, flattening my palm against her mound.

Holy shit.

This is happening. It’s happening!

My brain short circuits as I fight back the cum threatening to erupt from my balls. I’ve only been waiting for her forever.

I press my middle finger lower. It glides between her silky lips with so much ease. “Oh, hell. . .” She’s so slippery. Not just wet from the shower but aroused. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

She nods.

“You like sucking one cock while another fucks you from behind,” I murmur, working her clit. The shower gel is long gone, but who needs bubbles when your girl is slick with need?

“Mmhmm.” Her breasts rise and fall as she takes a deep breath.

“I get it,” I whisper, driving my finger south again. “One of the first times I ever had sex, it was with another couple. They rocked my world. Opened my eyes.”

Her eyes are at half-mast as I touch her. Every moment of exploration makes me harder. Missing pieces of the puzzle are clicking into place. She was always meant to be mine.

“I like being touched,” she whispers.

Well, hell. If I didn’t have blue balls before, I surely do now. The idea of touching her, waking her up in the middle of the night, cuddling on the couch, making love whenever and wherever, and walking down the street with her hand in mine. . . I want all of that. And more.

“And I like touching you.” I reach for the body wash again and pour a generous drizzle over my palm. “I know you’re worried about us. About me sticking around.”

She nods.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen. No one does, right?”

She nods again. “Right.”

Rubbing my hands together, I work up a thick lather and then put my hands on her shoulders. She vibrates under my touch.

“But I’ve hated being away from you. I left because I thought it was what we both needed.”

“King—”

I shake my head, cutting off her argument. “I need to get this out.”

She smiles up at me then, so happy and confident that I feel like I could lift a mountain. Her fingertips play across my skin, dipping into the grooves of my abs before tracing the V that angles down to my shorts. “Give me all your heart words.”

I work my hands down her arms, across her belly, up her sides, thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts. Her little shiver is adorable. Needy.

She turns, giving me her back and her sexy little ass. Again, I start at her shoulders, working my way down, adding more gel.

“I can’t promise you I won’t be climbing the walls in a few weeks. But I promise to try. To be where you are. To be what you need. We’ll figure it out together.”

“What if—” She turns her head, glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

The words dangle in the misty air.

“What if you need them, too?” I fill in the blanks, and she swallows, then gives a shaky nod.

A mental picture of the three of them in Gabe’s kitchen flashes through my mind. They’d been completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to everything but the passion spiraling between them.

It’s replaced with another image. This time, the four of us are here in her shower. Hands everywhere. Bubbles scenting the air. Kisses and caresses and moans of pleasure. And in the middle of it all, Katherine, bemused, full of our cum. Dripping from every hole and loving it.

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