Page 72 of Billion Dollar Revenge

His dark eyes lookat me hungrily. I wonder if his heart is beating as fast as mine.

My fingers grip the bottle tight. I edge closer to him, forcing him to sit on the bed. Pushing him back until he lies down, I crawl over him.

“This might not work,” I say, looking at his soft white bed linen.

His eyes travel over my face and search my eyes for answers. “Why?”

There’s no way the bourbon won’t end up on the sheets. “It’ll get messy.”

His mouth twitches, and he looks at me with an obvious double meaning. “Not if you suck as you pour.”

Inside my chest, my heart is hammering, and between my thighs, my sex throbs. “Don’t get upset when your bed is wet.”

“I won’t.” His wolfish smirk makes my stomach tingle. When he looks at me like that, I feel adored and I’m powerless to resist him.

With that, I focus on pouring the bourbon, starting with his toned stomach. It splashes, but I don’t allow it to run on the bed. I pour tiny amounts, licking and sucking as I go. I memorize every bit of him. Taking my time to slowly explore and gently play. His body is driving me insane. The smoothness of his feverish skin on my tongue, mixed with alcohol adds to the intoxication.

A gentle but rough hand tickles my back as he groans in pleasure, “Don’t stop.” He encourages me along with a rasp. I continue the pattern over his sculpted chest and over his thick neck, watching his Adam’s apple bobble as I pour alcohol along his throat.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

His throat works when I lick and suck my way along it, moaning, his touch on my back tender. The moment I lift my lips off his neck and hover my face over his, I stare into his eyes as he throws me another wicked smirk.

“You're too good at this.”

I’ve never done anything this crazy, but with him, I feel comfortable to be myself and to ask for what I want. I bite my lip and say on a pant, “Open up.”

He growls sexily at my command and does exactly as I say. I pour bourbon into his mouth, and when I bring my lips to his and kiss him, it’s explosive. The passion pouring into this kiss is something I haven’t felt before. It’s the feeling of being so wanted; I never want it to end. So I take my time exploring his mouth, our tongues touching, and we kiss deeply for a long time…until I’m desperate for air.

I pull back, glancing up at him with a smirk. “That was fun.”

He licks his lips. “Was it now?”

“I’ve wondered what your lips would feel like against mine,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.

He lifts up to lay a sweet soft?all to brief?kiss on me. “And you were better than my fucking imagination. I don’t want to stop. I need more of you.”

Before I get another word out, he grabs the bottle and flips me with expert precision.

How he didn’t spill a drop, I don’t know.

“My turn,” he says darkly, raking his eyes over my body hungrily, making me squirm and desperate beneath him.

My skin prickles as he moves the bottle to my mouth. I open it, and he pours a little and then kisses me hard. I’ve never been big on kissing, but with him, I could kiss him all night, and it seems he can’t get enough of it either.

Pulling back, he brings the bottle to my throat, and I swallow hard with anticipation.

“Ahh,” I breathe as he trickles bourbon down my neck and the cold liquid causes me to shiver. My nipples are already tight buds, aching with need. But now I’m desperate. A soft, long moan escapes me. Arching my back off the bed, he pours the liquid, and it trickles down my sides.

“You’re making a mess-s,” I stammer, trying to speak through the ache.

He sucks, licks, and nibbles my neck. Then he moves to my shoulder and chest, where he takes it in turn sucking on my nipples. When he flicks his tongue over my nipple and then bites it, I writhe and moan, “Evan, please.” My fingers dig into the blanket as he continues grazing his teeth over my breast. Under my heavy lashes, I watch him kiss across to my other breast, where he squeezes and sucks before biting the other side. Giving it the exact same attention. When his lips lift for a moment, my breath hitches, watching his mouth trail kisses and bites along my abs down to the tops of my thighs. I’m breathing fast as hedribbles a little over my lower stomach, but instead of finishing there, he pours the cold liquid between my thighs.

“Evan.” His name comes out on a shaky exhale. My legs spread as he settles between them.

“Yeah, baby?” he replies softly before his hot mouth lands on my clit, stealing my breath. I give in to the strong pull of his lips.

His loud groans between licking cause me to thrash beneath him. My head rocks from side to side on the mattress as I chant out, “Un-n fair,” in a moan.

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