Page 90 of The Billionaires' Prize

Seriously. Where was this man hiding all these years? And why is this new side of him so freaking addictive?

I glance around to make sure there aren’t any cameras to witness this. There’s not so much as a window in sight.

Thank goodness, because the fluffy skirt might hide what’s going on south of the border, but my nipples are on high beam.

King swipes his thumb across his phone, and the vibration intensifies again. I snap my thighs together, a whimper building in my throat. It’s too good. Those consistent pulses hit all the right spots.

I didn’t think I could come standing up with no support, but I’m afraid to move. My muscles tighten, knees locking as my world narrows to the sensations of the little wireless vibrator.

“You’re so damned beautiful.”

His praise makes me smile but also ache. Part of me insists this is all some fabulous dream. How could it be real life to get what you’ve always wanted deep in your heart? Just handed over to you.

“Come for me, Wildfire.” His voice is low, barely above a whisper.

“Are you teasing me?” I ask, breathless. I don’t want to move a muscle. “Don’t stop.”

“Not a chance.”

He does the opposite, turning the dial up.

The purr grows louder as the vibe thrashes wickedly in my pussy. A heartbeat passes, and the clit stimulator whirs to life. My orgasm hits so fast I barely have time to moan my pleasure before I’m flying over the edge.

“Oh—” I bite back my exclamation, pressing a hand over my mouth.

Swaying, I ride out my climax.

And the man in control gives a soft, lusty moan that makes my toes curl. I want to curl up in his lap and do that again. And then another time, with no clothes between us.

He turns the power down to a faint throb, and my knees give. I slump down onto the edge of the outdoor sofa, sucking in several deep breaths.

“Wow.”

“I take it you like your present.” He smirks.

I nod because there’s no use denying it. My cheeks are hot, my chest flushed, my bones liquid.

“Again.” He growls the word, shifting in my direction as he thumbs the screen.

The toy hums between my legs. My god. I’m barely over the first orgasm, and he’s shooting me toward another.

I squirm atop the cushion, trying to find just the right position. Ultimately, I settle for half reclined, half sitting, spreading my legs just enough for the clit wand to do its thing. My eyes shutter, and I block out all the sights and sounds around me as I chase my next high.

He turns up the clit stimulation, and my stomach swoops. Then I’m flying. Exploding. Spiraling out through the cosmos with no return trip, and I. Don’t. Care.

Somehow, during the cataclysm, I have just enough brain power to bite my lower lip and stifle my moans of pleasure.

When my body reassembles, King is next to me, his arm stretched along the cushion behind my shoulders. I sink back, relishing the look in his eyes. He’s pleased with himself.

And with me.

“Good?”

I nod.

He reaches for his phone and slows the vibrations to a stop. I close my eyes, so ridiculously turned on by how thoughtful he is. How he knows me so well and brings my fantasies to life.

“You make me so fucking hard, Kat,” he whispers.

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