Page 27 of Undercover Billionaire

She slumped against him as the climax dissipated and he eased his fingers from between her legs. Her hand slid from his ass and her arm around his neck went limp, and she was thankful for the powerful support of his quads as her knees threatened to buckle.

‘Time to rinse,’ he whispered in her ear, easing them around a little.

The hard spray from the shower hit her front and she gasped, her eyelids flying open. It wasn’t cold but her skin was excruciatingly sensitive. The spray stung her nipples in agoodway, and even the bubbles sliding off her body felt like tiny tongues lapping at her skin. For the love of all that was holy, how was she still soaroused?

When she could barely stand?

She must have whimpered because he shushed her and whispered, ‘It’s okay, shhh, I know. I’m not done yet.’

Then he slid from behind her, his cock still a rod of honed steel, the head flushed with arousal. He eased her back until her shoulder blades hit the tiles, and dropped to his knees, his mouth pressing hot kisses to her belly, along the crease where abdomen met leg, and over the tops of her thighs.

Kelsey glanced down. The sight of him kneeling before her made her legs even weaker. As did the proximity of his mouth to her pussy. She ploughed her hand through his hair and gave a tug, and those black eyes locked on hers.

‘I’m not sure I can handle any more just now.’ Her clit was always extraordinarily sensitive post orgasm.

‘You can’t handle a foot rub?’ he asked with faux innocence.

Kelsey quirked an eyebrow. ‘My feet are a lot lower than that.’

He grinned. ‘Nothing wrong with spreading a little joy on the way down, is there?’ He pressed a kiss to her belly button. ‘You can stop me if it’s too much.’

And then his hand was sliding onto the back of a thigh and lifting her leg, placing it over his shoulder until her heel grazed the centre of his back, opening her right up to him.

‘Theé,’ he muttered, his gaze fixed on her pussy as his other hand slid onto her ass.

He leaned in then, putting his mouth over her, the flat of his tongue finding her clit in one long slow lick that had her gasping. More long slow licks followed, a technique that was somehow both a balm to the poor tortured nub and a hot, throbbing stimulus even more potent than his finger.

Kelsey moaned, her ass cheeks clenching at the first pull of her approaching orgasm. Her pulse, barely recovered from last time, kicked into overdrive. What the hell?

She was goingagain? Thisneverhappened. But she was,going again. And she was going fast.

How could she be building so damn quickly when his tongue was moving so maddeningly slow? The rapid approach of her orgasm was so out of step with the unhurried pace of his tongue it was a turn on all on its own, a delicious kind of confusion.

The man was a freak.

He lifted his head, grinning up at her. ‘How are you handling it? You need me to stop yet?’

Kelsey was in no state to humour him. She just grabbed the back of his head and jammed his face back into her pussy. His muffled laughter gave way to the hot stroke of his tongue and the almost instantaneous firing of a thousand tiny pulses, darting straight from her clit.

They travelled to her inner thighs, then her outer thighs. To her pelvis and on to her belly button. Gathering speed and strength and momentum until the climax fired off in one long contraction, rolling from her clit to her nipples.

‘Ari!’

It was shorter than the last orgasm but more intense as Kelsey’s hand twisted hard in his hair and her heel dug into his flesh. He was probably going to end up with a bruise in the centre of his back and a massive bald patch, but if she was inflicting any pain, he didn’t complain. He just kept swiping the flat of his tongue against her clit until the climax spun away.

‘Stop,’ she panted, yanking on his hair, wrenching him away, her head falling back against the tiles. ‘Enough.’

Kelsey watched him through half-closed lids as he rose like freaking Poseidon from the sea, all hard and male and potent as fuck. He had that smug kind of look she’d seen on her own face earlier, and she gave a half laugh because words weren’t currently possible. Her eyes were working fine though and she watched, enthralled, as he ducked his head under the spray, water sluicing over his face and down his body.

‘You have an extremely dextrous tongue,’ she said, finally coherent enough to speak.

He grinned but shook his head. ‘I’m a little rusty.’

Kelsey blinked.Rusty?Why was a guy, who was clearly a freak between the sheets, rusty? And if this was himrusty, how wrecked would she have been with his oral superpowers fully oiled?

Before she could reply, he flicked off the taps and reached for her, sliding an arm under her legs and one around her back, picking her up with ease. Kelsey might have objected had her legs not been jelly. But they were, so she looped her arms around his neck instead.

‘What now?’

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