Page 24 of The Billionaires' Prize

His fingers pop free, and he hooks his hands beneath my knees, tugging me toward him. I shiver as his fingertips glide up and down my legs, awakening my senses on a different level. It’s like he’s savoring every inch of me.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to get my hands on these stems.” His voice is rough and adorable. Clearly, he’s been a little frustrated. Pent up?

With him kneeling, my ass is practically in his lap. His cock points at me hard and proud, as if to say, ‘I want you, and I’m going to have you.’Yes, please.

I smirk, and a giggle bubbles up my throat.

“Are you ticklish?” he asks, lifting my right leg until my calf is propped against his shoulder. He kisses the inside of my knee, and my clit tingles.

Who knew those two areas were connected?

“A little bit,” I admit.

He lifts my other leg and kisses that knee, too. “I’ll have to find all your spots. Later.”

“I like the way you think.”

His smirk makes my ovaries explode. No lie.

“Then you’re going to love what I’m thinking now.” He pulls me tighter to his lap.

I feel like I’m upside down, but I don’t care. He’s got a hold of me. I won’t fall.

He reaches between us, takes hold of his shaft, and taps the head of his cock against my slit. I grip his thighs, moaning as he hits my clit just right.

“Like that?”

“Mmhmm.”

He’s creative, I’ll give him that. There’s an element of the forbidden as well as fun, and he makes me want to try new things. It’s dangerous, too. These feelings I have for him. Knowing who he is and what it could cost me.

But I’m only going to think of the here and now. Everything else will be sorted later.

I flex my nails into his thighs, and he turns his head, gently biting my leg.

“Ready for more, Princess?” He presses between my pussy lips, coating the head of his cock as I moan my agreement.

He’s hot and hard, and the first inch stretches my tender tissue.

Gabe must feel me take a deep breath because he immediately holds still. I stare into his brilliant blue eyes, sure I’m looking at a unicorn. Men aren’t perceptive on their own. At least not the men that I’ve known.

They have to ask lots of questions and be directed like you’re a stage manager for Broadway.

But not Gabe.

No.

He’s watching.

Feeling.

Listening.

And it’s freaking amazing.

Overwhelming even to be on the other side of all that focus.

That’s what skyrocketed him to the top of the world stage. I’d bet my favorite Louboutins.

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