Page 13 of The Billionaires' Prize

I close my eyes and focus on bringing her pleasure. But it’s impossible to blot out her needy “mmhmm.”

Fuck yes. I love that sound. The way she hums in the back of her throat, all the tiny little whimpers that make me harder than stone.

Curling my finger in a come-hither motion, I latch onto her clit, giving it a gentle suction. A full-body shudder courses through her, and the leg over my shoulder squeezes me.

Alex murmurs soft, sweet words of encouragement.

One more flick of my tongue, and her muscles seize tight. There’s a breathy gasp, followed by a long moan as her cunt ripples around my finger.

“That’s it, Beauty.”

She sags in Alex’s hold, spent, wrung out. I withdraw my finger, and she whimpers again. Meeting my gaze, I suck my finger into my mouth, and her lips part.

My cock strains against my zipper, desperately wanting out. Needing her.

But this moment is about her pleasure. About making sure she knows how much I enjoy eating her pussy. Leaning back in, I close my eyes and lap up every drop.

Alex groans and I can’t help it. Knowing my best friend is happy and pleased completes this moment. Crosses all the Ts and dots every I.

Kingston’s voice cuts through our bliss. “Well, I guess that answers that question.”

5

KATHERINE

Gabe stands and rights my clothes in one smooth motion, his body blotting out the world. . . along with my best friend. Alex’s hands smooth my shirt down, and in an instant, I’m covered.

Even so, heat and shame scorch my cheeks.

My lovers stay right where they are, and Alex keeps a steadying hand on my hip, which is good because my joints still feel like gelatin, thanks to my orgasm.

They don’t seem the least bit embarrassed to be caught in a kitchen three-way. Feeling Alex’s thumb drawing lazy circles over the small of my back makes me realize I have nothing to be ashamed of, either. We’re consenting adults, and none of us are married or in committed relationships.

“What question is that?” Gabe asks, holding my gaze, shielding me. Protecting me.

“Are the three of you fucking?”

The pain and accusation in my best friend’s words hit me like a slap to the face, and I flinched.

Alex’s thumb pauses as he lets out a rumbling growl. “Watch your mouth.”

I squeeze his other wrist, silently letting him know I’m okay, and his grip on my waist loosens. I peer around Gabe’s shoulder. “King?—”

My mouth is dry, and my tongue feels thick in my mouth. I don’t know what to say. How to explain this. Not that I think an explanation is going to help.

And the truth is, I loved being shared. For the first time, I felt powerful and desirable.

Kingston holds my gaze, then places something on the countertop before pivoting and walking away. The front door opens and then closes with a quiet snick.

Trust Kingston to exit with dignity. Somehow, his respect for Gabe’s door hurts so much worse than if he’d slammed it.

My gaze locks on the little potted succulent, and my heart crumbles. Shatters. Tears burn my throat, and I suck back a sob.

My bones suddenly ache, and if I wasn’t leaning against Alex, I’d be on the floor.

King brought his plant all the way from Croatia, breaking who knows how many laws. If there was ever a sign that he came back for me, came to see if there was still something between us, a chance for us to be together, that little clay pot is it.

“Go, Katie Bird,” Alex commands, cutting through my numbness.

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