Page 42 of The Billionaires' Prize

My mouth drops open. That’s so hot.

His finger slips beneath the elastic of my panties, drawing a line straight down to my clit. He circles it once. Twice. Just enough to tease before he continues south, the thick digit sliding through the moisture coating my lower lips.

My panties are sopping wet. There’s no way he doesn’t feel it. It’d be so embarrassing if I didn’t know he gets off on it. But he’s hard as stone at my back.

Gathering the wetness on the pad of his finger, he pushes it back inside my pussy as a soft groan rumbles from his chest.

His quiet confidence rubs off on me and fills me to the brim with a self-assurance that soothes my soul. You’d think that growing up with unimaginable privilege would make you feel untouchable. But I found the opposite was true.

This man is rebuilding me one touch at a time.

I press my hips back into his lap. He’s hard and ready and gives a soft grunt as I make contact. I love his warmth and the way he surrounds me. My breaths come in needy pants, and my skin is hypersensitive, craving every touch.

Slowly, I turn in his embrace and crane my neck to look up at him. He’s got the look of a lazy lover, a man who’s content and knows his woman wants him.

Does she ever.

“I want to make you feel as good as I do,” I whisper.

A dark brow lifts along with the corner of his oh-so-kissable mouth.

“How good?”

For a man of so few words, I can tell he’s making conversation to please me. To turn me on.

“Very,” I say and press a kiss to his chest, just above his heart. “Very.” Sliding my hand up his neck to his nape, I press up on my tiptoes. He ducks his head, and I brush my lips against his in a seductive kiss that leaves us both wanting more. “Good.”

He groans and hauls me close as he takes two steps back and leans against the counter. I rain kisses across his cheeks, chin, and throat.

“We have to be quiet,” I murmur, jerking my head toward the living room. It’s not that I don’t want Gabe and Kingston joining in.

Just thinking about that sends a thrill through me.

But right now, it’s just me and Alex enjoying each other. Playing a game, a role, where we have to be quiet so no one hears.

And, smart man that he is, he knows what I’m getting at. Nods and reaches between us to undo his pants.

Feeling bold and hot all over, I tug down his zipper. He sucks in a breath, and I grin because making this stoic giant shudder is quickly becoming my favorite thing.

Reaching inside the warm layers, I wrap my hand around his length.

Holy smokes.

I bite back a moan at the velvety texture. The scorching heat. The way his cock pulses beneath my fingers.

How did I take all that inside me?

Sinking to my knees, I tug his pants and boxers down to reveal his massive shaft. It’s long and thick, proudly pointing toward the ceiling.

My mouth waters. I’ve never been into blow jobs, but with him, I’m all in. He clamps his hands over the edge of the counter and widens his stance, making room for me between his feet.

His skin is tawny, and a dark nest of curls surrounds his prominent package. He smells like zesty body wash and need. Hot, musky man.

Excitement hums through me as I slide my palms up his muscular thighs. They twitch beneath my touch. I stare up his gorgeous body to the soft gray of his crisply pressed button-up shirt and the inky black tie. And somehow, being on my knees makes me feel powerful.

He came to the kitchen to get me a beverage, and boy-oh-boy, am I getting a different thirst quenched by this tall drink of water.

I trace a line down the underside of his cock with my thumb, watching closely for every spot that makes him shudder.

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