Page 212 of Billionaire Temptations

“Me too. Let’s order room service before heading out.”

I reached over to the nightstand and handed him the room service menu.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asked as he sat up against the headboard.

“Poached eggs, whole wheat toast, bacon, fresh fruit, coffee, and orange juice,” I replied.

“Sounds like my kind of breakfast.” He smiled as he picked up the phone on his nightstand and placed our order.

Climbing out of the bed, I went into the bathroom and washed my face.

“You didn’t tell me I had mascara stains under my eyes,” I shouted to him.

“You look fine to me.”

Smiling, I patted my face dry with a towel and walked into the living area, where Jackson was looking out the window at Central Park.

“I need to fuck you again, Emily,” he spoke, looking straight ahead.

Shivers ran down my spine when I heard him say that. It was as if he had read my mind. The ache down below had been fierce since last night.

“Now? Breakfast will be here shortly.”

He turned and looked at me with a sly smile. He walked over to me, untied my robe, and slid it off my shoulders.

“Breakfast can wait.”

His lips brushed against mine as his hands cupped my breasts, and a moan rumbled in his throat. Untying his robe, I slid it off him and placed my hand on his cock, which was already hard and ready to go.

“Damn, your hand feels so good,” he whispered as his fingers traveled up my thigh and dipped inside me.

“So does yours,” I moaned as we stood pressed against each other in the living room.

“I want you from behind. Bend over the table,” he spoke in a commanding tone. “Wait, I need to ensure you’re fully ready to take me inside of you.” He got down on his knees and let his mouth work my aching and throbbing area.

I was already on the verge of having an orgasm, and I begged him not to stop.

“Oh, I won’t. Not until you give me what I desperately want,” he moaned.

The feeling of pleasure that ripped through my body was exhilarating as I let out a high-pitched sound, and the wave of an orgasm took over. He stood up and smashed his mouth into mine, giving me a taste of myself. He turned me around and bent me over the table, pulled a condom from his robe pocket, rolled it on, and wasted no time thrusting inside of me at a rapid animal-like pace. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and a man’s voice spoke, “Room service.”

“Fuck,” Jackson groaned. “Just leave it outside the door,” he shouted as he continued moving in and out of me.

“I need a signature, sir,” the man’s voice spoke.

“I will sign later! I’m busy at the moment.”

He picked up the pace once again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I told you.” I turned my head and looked at him.

“Too bad. I’m finishing what I started.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, kissing me passionately.

A few more strokes were all it took for him to send me over the edge to oblivion. He halted, making sure he was buried deep inside me while he moaned with pleasure. After he went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, I slipped on my robe and opened the door, bringing the cart with the two trays on it inside. Once we were finished eating, we slipped into our clothes from last night and checked out.

“Thank you for a wonderful night and morning.” He smiled as he placed his thumb on my chin.

“You’re welcome. Thank you as well. I had a lot of fun.”

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