Page 86 of The Billionaires' Prize

Behind her ears. The inside of her wrists. And fuck me, her ankles. And damned if she wasn’t staring into my eyes as she did it, knowing full well what sort of ideas that was going to give me.

I don’t know exactly where this vixen has been hiding or where she learned these tricks, but I’m here for them.

I’m here for everything with her.

Need burns through my chest, and I’m thoroughly tempted to tell my parents that something came up and toss Katherine over my shoulder. This is exactly where I was meant to be and who I was meant to be with. Life finally feels full.

But before my more mischievous side can have its way, Roman does a quick sweep of the SUV and then ushers us inside.

Wildfire perches on the edge of the seat, working out how to sit with a vibe pressed against her clit. Her eyes widen as she turns, swinging her legs into the vehicle.

I worry my lower lip and my pulse picks up in speed. I promised no funny business in the car where Roman could witness her squirm. But apparently, she’s so turned on by our play earlier that her own movements are taking her breath away.

This thing is worth every penny.

I lean closer. “You okay?”

She tugs on her seatbelt and clicks it into place. “Yeah.”

That one little word is breathless.

Smiling to myself, I close the door and then circle to the other side, sliding in next to her.

I fasten my seatbelt as Roman gets behind the wheel, and then we’re off, navigating the labyrinth before finally, blessedly, arriving at street level.

“How was your day? Did you make it to the park?” Katherine asks.

“I did.” I met up with the friend who introduced me to the movement artist lifestyle. Parkour was my first love, but this is forever.

He was the one who showed me the ropes of finding the amazing photos that delight and sometimes confuse viewers. Through him, I learned to see the world as a playground and not just an obstacle course.

I pull my phone from my pocket and open today’s photo album. She swipes through a bunch of photos of me scaling light poles and walls, perching on pylons like I’m the Karate Kid.

The vehicle merges into traffic.

“We had a good time.” It was nice to be out in the fresh air, moving my body. In the middle of Central Park, I can almost forget that I’m surrounded by buildings and ambition. Elevators and windowless rooms.

“I like this one.” She angles the screen toward me, showing the picture of me upside down in an archway.

“Yeah, can you believe I was exactly the right height for that shot?” My feet touch the stones along the top of the arch, my head is on the ground, and for the split second it took to take the picture, my arms are crossed over my chest.

I love gravity defying shots.

“You always find the most interesting—” As she hands my phone back, the back right tire hits a hole in the road, jostling us.

She gives a soft gasp, then shifts her hips around on the leather seat. Licking her lips, she sends me a surprised look.

“Everything okay?” I murmur, but I have a good idea of what’s happening.

That bump knocked the vibe around just enough to tease her. To press against her clit and slide deeper into her pretty pussy.

She squirms again, and my cock hardens in my slacks, wishing that she was squirming that sexy little ass on him.

I show her the phone, where it’s still displaying the picture of me on my head. “I didn’t touch a thing, Wildfire.”

I unclip my seatbelt and slide across the seat, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. There’s no way I’m breaking my promise to her, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make her comfortable.

“I know,” she murmurs, leaning into the circle of my arms.

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