Page 61 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

“What the princess didn’tknow was that the dragon had placed a spell upon her. No matter howclose she came to orgasm, she would not go over, even if she wantedto disobey her dragon.”

“She didn’t want to disobeyhim,” Charlotte breathed.

I chuckled. “No, she didn’t. She wantedto be a good little princess and wait for the dragon’s permission.Are you close?”

A muffled squeak confirmedit.

“The dragon’s spell hadanother component, as well,” I went on. “And when the knights hadcollapsed in exhaustion, and the princess was crazed with her need,the dragon began to count down to the end of the spell. When thecountdown reaches one, Charlotte, the spell will be broken, andworthy princesses are allowed to come. Do youunderstand?”

She nodded vigorously.

“The dragon began to count,”I said. “‘Five… four…’”

Her mouth dropped open as she gulped inair, her fingers working harder under her panties.

“‘Three…’ and the princesscouldn’t have known that when the spell was broken—two—every orgasmshe had been denied would wash over her at the sametime.”

“Oh god!” Charlotte curledup from the pillows.

“One.”

Her face contorted in anagony of release, and for a long moment she didn’t seem to breathe.Then, her body became a flurry of motion, hips bucking, legsjerking, and an almost surprised-sounding yelp shocked her into ahuge, gasping breath.

The crotch of her panties wassoaked.

“And then,” I said gently,after a long, quiet moment passed, “The dragon held the princessand let her slumber until her satiated body recovered.”

Charlotte’s eyes were closed, andremained that way, but she raised her brows and gave me a weakthumbs up.

“Tell me what you’refeeling?” It was a question, not a demand.

“Tired.” Her voice washoarse. “Sweaty.”

“I want you to get up andgo drink some water.” I hadn’t realized how frustrating it would beto not provide after-care in person. I’d thought walking herthrough it would be enough for me. What I wanted to do was get herthat glass of water and wrap her in something warm, to hold her andtalk to her until we both came back to ourselves again.

She carried the phone withher as she stumbled to her kitchen. I watched as she gulped itdown, then filled it again and repeated it. When she’d slugged backroughly a half gallon, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand.“Gotta stay hydrated.”

“It’s important,” I agreedwith a smile. “Now, how do you feel?”

“So good,” she said, runninga hand through her sweaty hair. “The edging and the anticipation,it made everything so much more intense.”

“That’sthe point. But was everything all right? You don’t feel weird aboutit?”Jesus, get it together.I was supposed to be comforting and reassuringher, not the other way around.

But she shook her head, staringthoughtfully into the middle distance. “Do you mean, did I feeldegraded? Am I going to go to bed tonight and feel icky about doingthis?”

“Exactly.”

“No, of course not. If ithadn’t been working for me, I would have stopped.” She shrugged.“How did you feel about it?”

“I had an amazing time.Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate that someone ascool as you wants to fuck me.” And I meant that, deeply.

She rolled her eyes. “Right, I’m sureit’s so difficult for a hot billionaire to get fucked.”

“Not now, it isn’t. Buttrust me, when I was a scrawny, nerdy guy in his twenties, all themoney in the world couldn’t have bought me a night with a girl likeyou.” Okay, that was an exaggeration. Money could—and had—gotten meanything.

“Wait, you mean I could becharging you for this?” she joked.

At least, I hoped it was ajoke.

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