Page 49 of The Billionaires' Prize

“Come here, beautiful.”

Eyes glistening, she pivots back to Kingston, and he helps her with gentle hands.

“You okay?”

She nods, her cheek pressed against his thigh.

“Good. I want to see my cum on your tongue.”

Her gasp echoes around us, but I’m not surprised by his demand. In the last half hour, he’s proved to be a man who knows what he wants and isn’t shy about asking for it. Now that he’s embracing this new facet of their relationship, he’s all the way in. And judging by the way his voice gets deep and firmwhen he tells her what to do, I’d bet Mr. Saint likes to be in control in the bedroom, at least on occasion.

We’ve all got our kinks.

He cups her cheek. “Why didn’t you tell me you like giving head? We could have been enjoying ourselves for years.”

She shakes her head. “I didn’t know.”

“Suck me, Katherine. Make up for lost time.”

Damn, the man has a way with words. I straighten my clothes as she goes to town. He encourages her with his words and his hands.

“That’s it. Yes. Right there.” The tendons in his neck stand out. “Here it comes.”

She hums in understanding, her cheeks hollowed, and then he’s thrashing beneath her. His leg shifts against mine, starting to lift. I don’t know why, but I angle my foot so he can’t move. That little bit of extra tension has him shouting, curling forward and then collapsing back onto the sofa, arm over his eyes.

“I’m dead,” he grouses, and she gives a husky laugh.

He drops his arm, and his eyes pop open. “Show me.”

She ducks her chin. He reaches forward, hooking a finger beneath her chin, and makes her look at him.

“Show me.” The steel in the man’s voice sends a quake through me. Where did the happy-go-lucky guy go, and who is this dark-voiced stranger?

She sticks out her tongue, and he groans, then pulls her up onto the sofa between us. They make out like two teens experiencing lust for the first time. I can’t help but touch her, running my hands over her legs and kissing her shoulder.

Eventually, she snuggles between us, and we all fall silent, sharing the bliss. The air smells like sex and promise.

After who knows how long, her stomach growls. Alex, with his clothes righted as best he can, makes her a plate. King turnsthe TV back on, and we watch for a while, but I don’t even care that he’s cheering for the wrong team again.

“I should go take a shower. Early day tomorrow,” Alex says, his gaze locked on me. It flicks toward the elevator and then back.

Wait, we’re leaving?

“Why does he get to stay and we don’t?” I ask, happy where I’m at.

“Come on.” He stands, circles the couch and leans over the back to kiss her on the head. “Thanks for an amazing evening.”

Then he clamps a hand over my shoulder, a silent order. Move your ass.

Kingston yawns. “Don’t worry, Rothburn. I sleep on the couch.”

“You do?” I glance back and forth between them. “Still?”

Katherine cuddles closer, her head on his chest. “I wasn’t going to make you sleep on the couch tonight.”

He lets out a whoop. “Screw it. I’m spooning her.”

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