Page 79 of If You Give a Billionaire a Bride

“You could, but it’ll be more fun if I help, don’t you think?”

“I do like you on your knees,” I say with a smirk playing on my lips.

He removes the red pumps that I’m wearing and lifts my foot in his hand, slowly brushing his hand down my leg, causing a shiver to snake down my spine. My breath hitches when he places a tender kiss on my calf. His heated gaze never leaves mine as he slides the black heel onto my foot and fastens the buckle in place. His hand lingers as he traces the band around my ankle.

He repeats the process for my other foot with equal precision, and I bite down on my lip as he teases me with his touches.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” he rasps as he looks up at me. “And you’re my wife.”

“Yes, I am,” I say, flashing my ring. “And you’re my husband.”

I finally understand why he loves calling mewifeyso much. There’s a heady thrill in claiming someone out loud, knowing they belong to you, for better or worse, even if it’s only temporary.

“You’re right, and as your husband, my most important duty is to bring you unmatched pleasure.”

“Is that so?” My pulse races. “In that case, I’d like a demonstration, please.”

“Who am I to tell my wife no?”

He presses his lips to my calf, slowly trailing upward as he peppers kisses along my leg. When he gets to my knee, he pushes my dress aside, moving up my thigh inch by agonizing inch. My breath hitches when he leans forward to press his nose against my panties, inhaling deeply.

My cheeks flush when he tugs down the waistband of my underwear. I lift my hips so he can slide them off and watch as he tucks them into his pant pocket for safekeeping. I can’t believe I just let him take my underwear off in the middle of a store, but I can’t seem to bring myself to stop him.

“God, you’re perfect, Ev,” he groans.

My mouth falls open as he traces my seam in gentle strokes. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, the move giving him an unobstructed view of my pussy.

I gasp when he plunges two fingers inside me, pushing them in and out at a steady pace. His eyes remain fixed on mine as he watches my reaction to his touch. I tighten my grip, digging my nails into the fabric of the couch as he massages my clit with his thumb in languid circles, my body coiling tighter with each thrust of his fingers inside me.

“Does it turn you on knowing that someone could walk through that door at any moment?” he whispers.

I nod as the sound of my arousal fills the room.

He asked for us not to be disturbed, but it doesn’t stop me from liking the idea of someone overhearing us like this. My husband kneeling before me, his hand under my dress as he fucks me with his hand.

My head lolls back against the sofa when he adds a third finger. He keeps teasing me, pulling out whenever I’m close to climaxing. I’m teetering on the edge, desperate to lose all control, as he draws out my impending orgasm, toying with my mind.

“Cash, I need to come,” I moan. My body is strung tight with tension.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I murmur.

“I couldn’t hear you, Ev. Who do you belong to?” he groans as he pushes his fingers back into me.

“You,” I cry out, not giving a damn who hears my declaration.

“That’s right. You’re all mine,” he rasps before he flicks my clit repeatedly, giving me the added friction I’ve been begging for.

I detonate like a bomb, my body shuddering from the intensity of my release.

Once my orgasm subsides, Cash brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, one by one. I watch with rapt attention as he tastes my essence on his tongue.

“Delicious,” he says, flashing me a wicked grin.

When he’s finished, he leans forward so our mouths are only inches apart. He closes the distance, nipping at my lips before plunging his tongue into my mouth. Our moans fill the air as he explores my mouth with fervor.

When he pulls back, I’m left dizzy. He straightens to his full height and holds out his hand for me, smoothing out my dress and hair when I get up.

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