Page 11 of Dirty Billionaire

More status and recognition?

To taste this woman, I might have gone to great lengths to give them to her. Especially the pleasure, and I was cocky enough to know I could.

For hours.

“Sometimes we don’t know what they are.” I rasped.

“Then perhaps we just need to make the most of what is in front of us until that new dream makes itself known.” My voice was husky then, giving no doubt to what I meant.

I could blame the five whiskies I’d had, but either way there was no possibility of me walking away from Penelope Goldsmith that night, even if I’d been stone cold sober.

Thoughts of Tina slipped into the back of my mind as I led Penelope outside. When her eyes lifted, I knew what her answer would be, but I asked it anyway. “Can I give you a ride home?”

“Will you be coming in for a nightcap?” Her cheeks heated.

I nodded to Luke, my driver, who opened the Bentley door, and led her over.

She hesitated before climbing in and waited for my answer. My hand ran down the side of her hip as I waited for guilt or my grief to change my mind.

It never came.

“Yes. I’d like that,” I replied, and by the time I closed the door and Luke pulled out into the traffic, I had my mouth on hers.

Fuck the night cap. It was Penelope I had wanted to taste.

And I did.

With my tongue slicing through her sparkling wet folds while Penelope lay on her bed, my black tie wrapped around her wrists.

I’d felt like an animal as my large hands held her thighs wide open, not an ounce of emotion in sight. Just pure lust and desire.

A far cry from the lovemaking between my wife and me for decades.

But I...liked it.

While also feeling a hint of shame at being a man using a woman’s body. Even as I thrust my cock inside her and her bright, knowing eyes allowed me access to every inch of her body.

Afterward, I thought I’d forget about our night together, writing it off as a delicious and debaucherous night together. But that hasn’t been the case.

I crave her.

My fingers itch to touch her again. To claim her soft lips and tug her against my chest, showing the world that I was the man who made her scream.

I had another chance and...fucked it up.

On the night of the Super Bowl, Penelope had phoned. She was a little drunk, and I was ready to make her come on the phone—and myself— but she stopped it, telling me she was at her brother’s.

By then my cock was hard and our chemistry was tugging me to her.

I had to see her again.

I had to part her thighs and drink her liquid pleasure, then stuff her full of my shaft.

We’d agreed to meet at her place, and I’d run out the door, not caring if Knox and Levi had heard me.

Until I did.

Levi’s questioning face became a bigger and bigger image the closer I got to Penelope’s house. My cock deflated and my senses returned.

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