Page 34 of The Billionaires' Prize

Tohim.

It’s a side I’ve never seen in my best friend, but my body reacted like kerosene to a flame.

“Youshouldfuck Wildfire.” I echo his words with different, delicious, dirty emphasis.

His jaw drops, and his pecs twitch beneath my fingertips. A groan rumbles from his chest as he slides a hand up from my hip, wrapping it around my throat again. My breath shudders, and I relax against the wall beneath his touch, feeling utterly safe and cared for.

There he is. My Kingston. The self-assured, powerful boy I met all those years ago has turned into the sexiest man. And he likes hand necklaces.

Newsflash, so do I.

I love the way the chaos in my mind dulls to a whisper. My muscles relax and desire tightens.

“You want that? I’ve been dreaming of it forever.” His voice is rough, needy.

Do I want him to fuck me? Abso-freaking-lutely. Ever since I was eighteen and sure that he felt the same way, that our friendship was about to explode into a full-blown relationship.

But I can’t think about that with him staring at me like I’m his lunch.

“How long?” I ask because I can’t help myself.

I know he said he left because he wanted me, but there’s a niggle in the back of my mind that doesn’t quite believe it. Trauma’s funny like that.

“Longer than is decent. But that’s in the past.” He cocks his head as he traces my pulse with his thumb. “You’re mine, aren’t you, Wildfire?”

The rightness of that settles into my chest. I am. I always have been. Every other man I’ve dated has been a diversion. Wasting time. Gaining experience. Soothing my ego.

But now. . . we’re finally here together.

“I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours,” he agrees. “And I’m never letting go.”

I reach into the tile-lined cubby, grab my body wash, and aim it at his chest. A long, pearlescent rope swooshes across his torso.

“It’s my turn to wash you.”

“Only if you promise to get me dirty again,” he teases, caging me in.

My heart trips over itself as he ducks his head beneath the spray. It’s like he stepped out of my fantasies. Glistening. Hard. Ready to claim me.

My pussy clenches, and my clit tingles. I’m pretty sure I’ve won the lottery. Or landed in heaven.

Between Gabe’s creativity earlier and the adoration and heat in Kingston’s eyes, I’m the luckiest girl ever.

I rub my hands over him, luxuriating in the thick lather and all his hard muscles. His skin is a perfect shade of gold from hours in the Mediterranean sun. I trace the faint line across his hips and watch his cock jump.

It’s long and deep red, almost purple, with a pearly bead in the slit. Heat scorches my shoulders as I drop my hands to his member, sliding a thumb across the head. His hips jerk back, and he sucks in a breath.

The air around us shifts as our attention narrows to where he rests in my hands, slowly thrusting, slicked with bubbles.

“Thank goodness for tankless water heaters,” he grinds out, planting his hands on either side of me.

Yep. Heaven.

“I need you so much,” he says, dropping his head as if he’s almost ashamed of his need.

But that same fierce need burns in my chest.

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