Page 17 of Billionaire's Surprise

“That,” I said, quirking an eyebrow, “is a fantastic idea.”

Growling, I picked her up again and carried her into the bedroom. As long as I kept my own clothes on, I’d stop myself from going too far with her when she was tipsy. It would be torture for me, but as long as Emerson was happy, I didn’t care. If she were completely sober, I would have asked what she wanted. But she’d had enough to drink I wasn’t comfortable taking advantage of her inhibition.

Laying her in the middle of the bed, I removed my jacket and tie and tossed them aside, unable to wrest my gaze from the gorgeous sight of Emerson spread out on the mattress, her dark locks splayed across the pillows, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breaths and the flush of heat that covered her body.

“My God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered. I crawled up onto the bed, running my hands up her calves, over her knees, against her thighs as I gently spread her legs apart for me.

“Fray, I haven’t ever had that… I mean…shouldn’t you have less clothes on?”

I stared at her. No one had ever gone down on her. Travesty! She was so beautiful, so smart, and so funny. Made just for me. It also confirmed I’d been correct. Nothing between us would be some rushed affair, fueled by alcohol and hormones rather than by the true love we felt for each other. I’d worship her in other ways until I was certain our first time together would be perfect, both of us clear headed and focused on our union.

“I not making love to you right now,” I told her. I held up a hand to forestall the argument I saw forming in that beautiful head of hers. “You deserve better than a tipsy fuck. You deserve perfection. Tonight, I’m going to worship your body, give you a taste of the pleasure I want to give you for the rest of our lives.”

I kissed her again, my hands feeling around her dress for the secret way to remove it. Pulling her up against me, I ran a palm down her back, resisting a growl at the lack of clasps back there. I lowered her to the mattress, releasing the kiss to trail my gaze down her body.

There was no way I’d admit I didn’t understand her clothes. The fabric wasn’t stretchy enough for her to pull it over her body without some sort of button or hook or something.

Finally, she shifted enough under me that I felt the heavenly bite of a zipper down her side. I kissed her again, my fingers gripping the majestic piece of metal that was my key to her holy land. Unfortunately, the drama of her outfit foiled me again.

“This dress is ridiculous,” I told her when the zipper stopped at her hip. “In the future, I’d prefer quick-release clothes on you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, bossy,” she assured me, leaning up to capture my mouth once more.

As I kissed her, I pushed her dress up over her hips, giving up on getting her naked. It wasn’t possible without having her stand, and I wasn’t letting her out of this bed anytime soon.

She gasped against my mouth when I trailed a finger over her pussy. Even through the barrier of her panties, I felt how wet she was, and the desire to taste her was overwhelming.

I trailed hot, wet kisses over her neck and chest, sliding myself down her body until I rested between her trembling thighs. Her fists were already clenched in the sheets, and I smelled her desire like the sweetest perfume.

Biting at the waistband of her panties, I used my teeth to pull them down to her calves before tearing them the rest of the way off. I returned to her core, desperate to taste her. Her hips canted up, and I took it as permission, burying my face in her alluring, pink folds. My tongue laved at her clit as she bucked against me, her hands threading into my hair.

Heaven. She tasted like the sweetest heaven, and as I felt her first climax erupting over her, I kept devouring. I wanted this release and another. Though, I’d only fuck her with my mouth and fingers tonight, I needed her replete with bliss. She’d never doubt I’d give her every bit of pleasure she could desire.

“Fray,” she cried out as she came, and I couldn’t help smiling as she shook.

Just as soon as I felt her coming down, I slid a finger slowly into her soaked pussy. Determined, I sucked hard on her clit until she screamed, her body tense and shivering under me again.

She collapsed limply to the mattress, her breaths coming in stuttered pants.

Climbing back up her body, I rolled to lie beside her and pulled her half over my chest. I held her close, placing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

“Are you alright?” I asked. “Can I get you anything?”

“Did you get the number of that train that just hit me?” She sighed. “I still want you, you know.”

“And you’ll have me,” I promised her. “For now, though, let’s get you ready for bed. Today was quite the adventure, and tomorrow will be another big day.”

She nodded but just smoothed her dress back down her legs, then snuggled closer to me. In minutes, her breathing had evened out, and I knew she’d fallen asleep.

Unwilling to risk waking her, I just closed my eyes and held her tighter. If she was comfortable, that was all that mattered to me. Her happiness would always be the only thing that mattered.

Nine

Emerson

“When I’m with you, I almost forget I’m on this huge ship on this even more enormous body of water.” I leaned my crossed arms on the boat’s railing and watched as we pulled into port. Fray stood beside me, his hand rubbing up and down my back, his presence making me brave.

I knew he was comforting me as I confronted my fear, standing out here in the wind and facing what scared me the most. Well, notmost, I suppose. I mean, I wasn’tinthe water. He did that for me, though. Gave me courage. Like last night when I’d told him I wanted him. I couldn’t imagine ever being so forward with another man. Of course, I’d never felt what I did for Fray when I was around other guys. Only with Fray.

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