Page 33 of The Billionaires' Prize

My cock strains against the elastic of my exercise shorts, and I thrust against her.

“That doesn’t scare me.”

My fingers tease up her middle, around her belly button, between her breasts. I wrap my hand around her throat and hold it there. She leans against me, a little hum of pleasure vibrating against my hand.

“You sure? You ran off.”

Hell. That does seem to be my MO, doesn’t it?

I tighten my grip ever so slightly, a perverse side of me wondering just how far she’ll let me go. I’ve never felt the need to dominate a partner before, but there’s something in Katherine that makes my inner cave man come out.

A ferociousness builds in my chest. Need and desire push me on.

“I promise it doesn’t bother me. It just took me a minute to get used to the idea of not having you all to myself.” I brush a kiss over her shoulder. “It was a little like trial by fire, but I survived.”

She reaches back and tugs at my shorts, a silent request. I let her go just long enough to shove them down and step out, kicking them away. Pre-cum drips from my tip, and for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this angle. My dick and her ass.

She leans back against my chest, and I wrap my arms around her. It’s not exactly a trust fall, but it’s just as momentous to me. After last night, I thought I’d have an uphill battle to get back in her good graces. But I should have given Katherine more credit than that.

From the moment we met, she has always been on my side. When I first spoke of leaving the city, she supported me. My mom was outraged, not believing that any child of hers would want to leave her precious New York, New York, and my father couldn’t come to terms with me not wanting to take over the company.

But Katherine, she saw me. She saw my struggles and my need for adventure and how much I loved to explore. She pushed me to trust my gut and do what made me happy.

“We’ll figure it out,” she echoes, guiding one of my hands to her breast and the other to her pussy.

Fuck. She’s just given me the keys to the kingdom.

“Are you messy with Gabe’s cum, Wildfire?”

She shivers against me, squirming on my fingers as I tease her opening, nodding against my shoulder.

“God, that’s so hot.”

All the times I imagined having her in my arms, standing together in her shower, at the pool, on my sailboat—let’s just say I have a vivid imagination—I never imagined sharing her. I never imagined liking the idea. More kinks unlocked.

“Should I finish cleaning you up?” I murmur into her wet hair. “Or get you dirty again?”

Holy hell. I’m pouring gasoline on a fire here. Uttering words I’ve been whispering in my mind for years and putting a voice to the desires I’ve never admitted out loud before.

And the best part is, she’s here for it. Hot and bothered in my grasp. She shimmies her ass against my cock, and I gasp.

“I knew you were a temptress,” I say, arranging my hand so the water channels toward her greedy cunt. With my other hand, I flick her nipple with the edge of my thumb. Her breast swells in my hand, offering itself to me, begging for more attention.

Reaching overhead, I direct the shower head at the wall, letting the hot water heat the tile. Then I take her by the hips and turn her until she’s leaning back against it.

She gazes at me through her lashes. Her lips part, making a sexy pout, and damn if the need coiled inside me doesn’t ratchet tighter and tighter until it feels like I might shatter.

“Fuck, Wildfire. You’re gorgeous.” I skim her bottom lip with my thumb as I suck in breath after breath.

She hums, and her smile turns saccharine. “You should.”

“What?” I missed something.

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KATHERINE

Kingston tilts his head, brows knit as his lips skew in an adorably confused expression. It’s a complete contradiction to the possessive man who stepped into my shower like he owned it. Such confidence, as if he belonged here, and I belonged with him.

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