Page 84 of The Billionaires' Prize

He sucks ever so gently on my clit, and a harsh breath explodes from my lips. My back bows.

I’m a goner. Shattering on his tongue. He licks at my arousal, greedy for every drop. We moan together.

When I finally come down, he pulls his finger free.

“Gorgeous.”

I open my eyes and watch him suck the digit into his mouth, licking off my essence.

I swallow at the look in his eyes. Possession.

He rises to his feet, leaning over me, and wipes his face with the back of his hand. “Think you could get used to this, Wildfire? Your own private happy hour?”

I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling sexier than I ever have before. It’s like he poured his confidence into me.

“Absolutely.”

“Good.”

He presses a lingering kiss, and I taste myself on his lips. His tongue darts between mine, and I parry right back. I still feel like I owe him one after last night. Or half a dozen, actually.

He pulls back, staring down at me like he has something he wants to say but can’t put it into words. I tighten my grip on his shoulders.

“You can say it.”

He closes his eyes and drops his forehead against mine. “I’ve always thought you were perfect. The way you held yourself when you were young. Took care of Ford. You had so much fucking poise. I was in awe of you.”

My heart expands in my chest, feeling too big for my ribs.

“I still am.”

Apparently, when he gets all sweet and sappy, it makes me sappy, too.

“I’ve always been in awe of you, too.”

Something cool slides down my stomach, and I drop my chin to find him sliding the vibrator over my mound.

“I want to make you shatter. Over and over again. The same way I’ve been shattering over you.”

His confession makes me gasp. It’s so raw and unexpected, thick with longing.

The vibe’s smooth head glides between my pussy lips, eased along by my wetness. It nudges my opening, and I suck in a breath. This is crazy intimate and so hot I worry my skin might legitimately catch flame any second.

“We’ll test it out before we leave. Make sure it fits just right.”

“King—”

“Yes, love?”

I melt at the endearment.

I shake my head, unable to form words. This is wildly erotic. I’m in nothing but my lacy bra while he cages me against my bathroom vanity, sliding a vibrator into my slick pussy. A wearable vibe at that.

My skin feels like there’s electricity zinging along just beneath the surface. Unstoppable. Untamable.

When King presses the vibe home and the outer part nestled against my clit, I moan. The material heats quickly, so it doesn’t feel foreign for long. No. It feels right. He feels right.

“How’s that?”

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