Page 77 of The Billionaires' Prize

I twist atop the linens, my muscles aching, ready for action. But I’m adding a new rule. Sex is better with connection.

Katherine pulls away from King ever so slightly, grinning down at him and then turns lusty eyes my way. Her pupils are blown, and her lips are rosy pink from his kisses.

Whatever this woman wants, she can have. My cock is hard and ready for whatever she needs. And if she just wants to kiss and cuddle, hell, I’m good with that, too.

Who the heck even am I?

I went from a geeky teen with no experience to saying yes to everything under the sun in my twenties, struggling to maintain a personal life as my company expanded, and now there’s Katherine. And Kingston. And Alex. There’s anus.

I hold her gaze, silently letting her know I see her. I want her. But I don’t want to interrupt King’s dessert.

Getting that text from Kingston earlier was everything. I can get a table at any restaurant in the city. There’s always someone beating down my assistant’s door, wanting a meeting with me about a new idea or an investment opportunity. All of that got old a long time ago.

Katherine couldn’t care less about my bank account. Kingston doesn’t need anything from me, either. His focus is Katherine and her pleasure, which is incredibly appealing.

Alex’s dad is like that. His universe centers on his wife. I’ve always admired their relationship and been fascinated by their mutual respect. I still remember the first time Alex took me home with him. By the end of the weekend, I’d decided that his parents were hashtag goals and nothing short of their type of relationship would do.

But where does that leave me now?

“Don’t look at him, Wildfire. Get up here and ride my face.”

My gut clenches at his order. Her gaze swerves back to his, and her cheeks bloom a lovely shade of crimson. Fuck. I might be blushing, too, because there’s something in his voice that strikes a match in me.

His hands coast down her sides, then he cups her ass.

“You need to relax, agapi mou, and I need you on my tongue.” His voice is rough and dark, reminding me of whiskey, chocolate, and sultry smoke.

She bites down on her lower lip, obviously just as turned on as I am. “I never knew you had such a naughty mouth.”

“You’re going to love my naughty mouth.” He purrs the words, and they brush over my skin like a lover’s kiss.

She sucks in a sharp breath, losing the battle with herself.

I want her to cave because I want to watch her come apart again. I felt the power of her orgasm firsthand yesterday. Saw her eyes go impossibly dark with arousal. I need to see it again.

She turns to me again, and my stomach clenches. “Gabe. Hit that button on the side of my nightstand.”

She thrusts her chin toward the sleek piece to my right.

I turn and see a good-sized square and hit it. A soft whirring sound fills the room, and the curtains swoop closed, sealing us in together.

Kingston groans, and I’m right there with him. She just created a sex cocoon, and I’m here for it.

He wastes no time stripping her bare, his hands coasting over her lush body, and I just lay here and watch them. It’s like my own personal show. Two incredibly hot people enjoying each other, but the love in their eyes makes it next level.

I stroke my dick through my jeans. Yeah, I don’t think I’m getting any more work done tonight. And for the first time, maybe ever, I don’t care.

King gives her a swat on the ass. “Up.”

Hands on her hips, biceps bunched, he practically tosses her up the bed to the headboard. Damn, she’s beautiful. All that soft skin. Kingston’s cock tents the front of his sweats. My mouth waters, and my breathing shallows.

He arranges her so her knees are on either side of his head, her thighs squeezing his ears. Fuck, that’s hot.

I reach out and run a hand up her thigh. She takes my hand, gives it a squeeze, and then lifts it to her breast. My princess wants my touch? Oh, baby, I’m only too happy to oblige.

I thumb her nipple and it puckers tighter and tighter.

“Sit.” He smacks her ass again, and I groan as it jiggles.

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