Page 22 of The Billionaires' Prize

It’s an innocent question but full of promise. Suddenly, phone calls are the lowest priority on my to-do list.

I seal my lips to hers again, swallowing her moan. She strains toward me the same way my erection strains against my zipper. Needy. Unrelenting.

Fuck, she really is going to ruin me. If you had asked me what my downfall would be, I’d say my addiction to technology, making money, or the insatiable need to prove my father wrong.

I didn’t see Katherine coming.

I mean, I do now.

And I’m thrilled to no end.

The more she kisses me, the more my hesitancy melts away.

She tugs on my belt loop, and I fall over the back of the sectional, catching myself before I crush her. Fuck, oh fuck, does she feel good. Curvy and soft, those amazing tits tight against my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck. She spreads her thighs, welcoming me between them.

I thrust my cock against her heat, and she snatches her lips from mine, turning her face away, gasping.

“You feel amazing,” I breathe against her ear. She shudders as I nip her earlobe. “Tell me to go while I still have a drop of willpower.”

She shakes her head as she slides a foot up the back of my leg. Oh hell. She’s done it now. I reach back and hook my handbeneath her knee, pulling her thigh up over my hip and opening her to my thrusts.

I rock against her as I let my lips explore her neck. Her fingers rake through my hair, and she meets my hips with hers. There’s never been anything as amazing as feeling this woman losing herself to my touch. To feel all that ice melt beneath my hands.

It’ll never be enough.

I rear back and take off my shirt. Her hands fall to either side of her head, and my palms itch to hold them there while I fuck her. Use them to anchor myself as I drive into her over and over before finally giving her my cum.

Just the thought of it makes me lightheaded. I’ve never had sex without a condom. Even now, there’s a tiny warning blaring in the back of my mind. Danger. Danger.

But I ignore it because I want her to be my first. My hands fall to my pants, and I pop the button as she watches. She looks her fill, licking her lips. I groan and yank down the zipper.

“Tell me you want me.”

She holds my gaze. “I want you, Gabriel.”

Fuck, if that doesn’t make me tighten all over. I reach into my boxer briefs and pull out my aching cock. Her jaw drops, and those plump, freshly kissed lips part in a sexy little O that sends me spiraling back to last night.

I give my dick a hard pump, relishing the squeeze. She watches my hand like she’s studying for an exam. Like she’s learning exactly what I want and is making notes to practice.

Hell, yes, to all the practice.

I’m fucking feral for this girl, and I take several deep breaths to calm the need pulsing through my veins.

Standing, I toe out of my shoes and shove my pants and boxers down. Katherine lets out a breathy little sigh and squirms farther down on the sectional.

I take my time stripping her bare, kissing every inch I reveal. Her body’s even more incredible than I imagined in the light of day. . . let’s just say my cock is weeping. Her tits are amazing. Full and plump, with puffy pink discs and hard little nipples.

“Gabe—” My name is a delicious combination of whimper and whine.

“You want me to go faster?”

“Mmhmm.”

“But I’m enjoying myself, Princess.” I nip the outside of her hip, and she yelps. I grin up at her, letting her see my hunger. “You’re just so. . .” I press my palm against her belly and slide it north, between her breasts. “Edible.”

Her thighs clamp around me. “I should have known you were a tease.”

“Me?” I scoff, slipping my hand between her legs, tracing her slit with my middle finger. “Mmm. . . already so wet for me, Princess. What were you saying about teasing?”

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