Page 39 of Secret Billionaire

“You do?” she asked quietly.

He kissed her throat then propped his head on his hand staring into her languid eyes. “I want everything with you.” He skimmed his hand down the length of her…trailing slowly…down her neck… shoulder…arm…hip…thigh… then back up again. His voice was husky with longing, “You’re so soft. So beautiful.” He ran the pad of his thumb across her lips then kissed her, devouring, knowing he’d never get his fill.

His cock hardened again as she covered his chest with tiny kisses. She ran her fingertips over his nipples then stroked her palm down his toned hard belly, searing his skin. When she reached his erection, she gripped it and cupped his roundness in her other hand, gently rolling and squeezing with one hand while she slid her hand up and down his shaft with the other.

He reached between her legs and found her warm and wet. He inserted two fingers and plunged deeply, in and out while his thumb pressed against her sweet spot. She panted and rode his hand as he thrust against her grip. Their bodies reached a climax together, and he couldn’t tell if the moan had come from her or from him.

“Jess?” she whispered.

Still breathing heavy he said, “Yes?”

“What you said earlier, about wanting everything?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you mean it?” Framing his face with her hands, she studied his smoldering eyes. His mouth curved into a smile.

“Yes. What do you want?”

“You. I think I was lost the first time I hopped on the back of your bike.”

“I have you beat. You took my breath away the moment I laid eyes on you flitting around the bar and charming the pants off all of us.”

Her nose crinkled, “Really? I’d have never known…I mean you were friendly and sweet, but I didn’t have a clue that you were that interested.”

“I didn’t want you to think I was a jerk. I also had been keeping my eye on that dude at the bar. I had a bad feeling about him and so I waited around.”

“You are my gallant fearless noble…”

Laughing he said, “Stop, it’s going to my head. You ready for pizza? I thought I’d call in for a delivery.”

“Have you ever known me to turn down food?”

“Come to think of it, no.”

Jesse had given Faye one of his old tee shirts to wear and she sat cross legged on the floor in front of the TV as she waited for him to settle up with the pizza delivery guy. She took another sip of wine, noticing that her body felt like a limp rag doll. She felt a little sore between her legs, a good sore, and her nipples still tingled from his hungry mouth.

If it weren’t for that nagging voice in the back of her mind, her world would be almost perfect. She’d tell him…and soon…but not tonight. She wouldn’t ruin this moment. She couldn’t bear to see him angry right now. She wanted to hold on to this feeling for as long as she could.

He plopped down beside her with the pizza, paper plates and napkins and the bottle of wine. He refilled their glasses and raised his for a toast, “To the best date I’ve ever had with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She suddenly felt shy and couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Hey, is something wrong?” He asked, his brows drawn together.

“No! I just feel so tender that it hurts,” she reached for his hand and placed his palm against her heart. “Right here.”

His white teeth flashed with a wide grin. “You know how to get a guy don’t you?” He nodded his head toward the pizza, “Dig in before it gets cold.”

She grabbed a slice and took a big bite, the extra cheese dripping off the pie. “Jesse Carlisle, I am so stinking happy right now.”

Winking he said, “That is my number one goal in life. To win over your cold, cold heart.”

“Sweet talker.”

“Gimme some sugar,” he said leaning in for a kiss.

With her mouth full of pizza, she still managed to pucker up and kiss him.

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