Page 12 of The Billionaires' Prize

I lift my head and suck in a deep breath. She’s just as winded and wide-eyed, like she can’t quite believe how nuclear our passion is. That makes two of us, Princess.

“Are you going to help me make our girl come or just stand there and watch?” I ask Alex, who’s had his hands planted on the counter for the last minute and a half. Sometimes, I think he’s half gargoyle. He’s so watchful.

Katherine gasps, spinning in my arms. I pull her back against my chest, one hand slipping beneath her sweater to her warm, silky skin. Alex shoves away from his perch and stalks around the peninsula, his dark eyes locked on Katherine.

“Fuck. She’s trembling.”

“With need.” He sounds so confident. “Right, Katie Bird?”

She nods, her head rocking against my chest.

“Is that right?” I duck my head, pressing a kiss into her hair. “You need something, Princess?”

I love the way she trembles at endearments. It’s so freaking sweet.

Alex closes the distance in a few steps. Then he cups her cheek and ducks his head, kissing her until she moans. Feeling him take control makes my knees weak. She presses her hips against my cock, and I give her a little thrust to let her know I’m with her.

“Do you want to come, Princess? Should we hurry before your bestie gets back?”

The mention of Kingston has her tensing in my arms, then whimpering. She slides a hand into Alex’s hair and presses up on her toes to be closer to him. It’s so fucking hot to feel her between us. The way she melts into him then sways against me.

Reaching back, she clutches my hip, holding me to her. It’s like she wants to be caged. Surrounded.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I slip my fingers beneath the elastic of her leggings, burrowing beneath her panties until her slickness coats my fingers. She presses her hips forward, trapping my arm between her pussy and Alex’s erection.

He doesn’t move or shy away, just keeps kissing her. Drinking from her lips.

I tease her lower lips apart, and she widens her stance. “Good girl.”

Her fingers squeeze my hip, and she severs her kiss, gasping for breath. Alex straightens, his massive chest expanding with a deep breath. She turns in my arms, and I immediately drop to my knees. I’m not missing this opportunity.

Holding her gaze, I tug her leggings and panties down in one firm grip. She falls back against Alex, and he wraps an arm just under her breasts, holding her tight. His other hand tugs up the hem of her sweater, splaying across her stomach. Her skin is pale against his tan. Heavens help me, but when I lock eyes with her again, all I see is blue-green fire. Twin flames of desire.

Groaning, I lean forward and nip her hip. She gasps, and a hand drops to the back of my head, threading through my hair. She smells like warm, musky perfection, and I nibble my way straight to her center and lift her left leg. Her leggings tangle around her shoe. With a grunt, I yank both off and am rewarded with a husky giggle and a smooth thigh draping over my shoulder.

She’s gorgeous, glistening with arousal. I give her a long lick. Gods. She’s the epitome of sex and sin. I lap at her clit, delighting in her moans. Her fingers tighten, and she rolls her hips, finding a rhythm.

Looking up her gorgeous body, I see Alex’s hand moving beneath the fabric of her top. Rolling, pulling, pinching with the precision that just might make her come without any help from me. The man is a fucking savant when it comes to a woman’s anatomy, and I’ll admit, sometimes I’m jealous.

But not today. Not now.

Right now, we’re making Katherine squirm with need, and I won’t stop until I taste her on my tongue.

Diving back in, I set a steady pace with the tip of my tongue, up and down flicks that make her shudder. She jerks her hips back, gasps for air, and then thrusts her pelvis at my waiting mouth. I groan, sinking deep, tonguing her pussy as I hold her open.

“That’s it,” I say darkly. “Come on my tongue.”

I add my middle finger to the mix, sliding it up the front wall of her pussy, searching for that place that will make her eyes roll back in her head. But I don’t let up on her clit. She’s going to give me that orgasm, and I’m going to earn it.

“Ohmy—” Her hips give a quick one-two-three thrust. Then, both her hands clamp around Alex’s forearm, holding on tight.

Her torso rolls in a wave, and she bites her lower lip.

“That’s it, Beauty. Ride his face,” Alex whispers, his dark, rich voice winding around us like melting chocolate.

I almost come; it’s that dreamy.

“Do you like his tongue?” he asks.

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