Page 40 of Undercover Billionaire

Kissing her hard. Kissing her deep. Kissing her long. Giving her the rough pant of his breath and the deep resonance of his groans and the wicked stroke of his tongue. Sweeping into her mouth, plundering every quarter of hers until she was moaning and sighing and clinging and grinding against the hardness inside his underwear.

He pulled away abruptly and they stared at each other for long moments. Kelsey’s heart raced and their combined breathing sounded like a hurricane. Slowly, he released her, a smile on his mouth as his hands dropped from her hips and he backed up. And he backed up some more, then some more.

The smile on his lips grew bigger and Kelsey was too flummoxed by the kiss to do anything much at the moment other than watch. He stopped when his calves hit the mattress and he lowered his ass to the bed, his gaze intense as it dropped from her face and drifted south to touch every part of her body.

Slickness built between her legs as he slowly found her eyes again. He crooked his finger. ‘Come here.’

Kelsey could no more have disobeyed that imperious finger than flown to the moon. She walked towards him on shaky legs, the thick bound of her abdominal pulse a hot throb in her belly.

‘Now, where were we?’ he asked, his voice soft as he leaned back onto his elbows, his gaze taking another slow turn of her body before returning to her face. ‘Oh yes… that’s right. Take off your clothes.’

Her hands trembling a little, Kelsey withdrew the strip of three condoms from the hoodie pocket and tossed them at Ari. He caught them in a move that looked pure reflex and, grunting his approval, tossed them on the bed.

She unzipped then, removing the hoodie as she kicked out of her flip-flops. The T-shirt came next. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the harsh suck of his breath as her breasts tumbled free had her nipples hardening to tight achy points. Shimmying her hips, she pushed off the yoga pants, leaving her in nothing but a black lace bikini brief.

He didn’t say anything, just let his gaze wander over every inch of her body. Kelsey pointed to his underwear. ‘Your turn,’ she said, her voice thick.

He shook his head and pointed at the scrap of lace hindering his view. His gaze was so intent on the space between her legs it felt as if that finger was actually stroking her there.

‘Those first.’ His voice had dropped so low it wasn’t much more than a disturbance of the air.

Sliding her thumbs beneath the fabric bracketing each hip, she pulled them down, shimmying once again as the black lace slipped down her legs. She kicked them and the yoga pants aside with a brief sweep of her foot.

She was totally naked now and not remotely self-conscious as he stared at her like she was the best damn piece of Baklava he’d ever seen. His nostrils flared. ‘Come here.’

Kelsey shook her head, glancing at his underwear. ‘Now you.’

Without taking his eyes off her face, Ari stood and divested himself of the last barrier. His height and breadth suddenly dominated the room as he stood gloriously, arrogantly naked, his cock springing free, jutting from his body.

It was so fucking potent it made her dizzy.

Sitting again, his stiff cock rising like a trident between his legs, he reached for a condom. Still not taking his eyes off her, he ripped the foil open. Kelsey’s heart beat a little faster as she watched his deft fingers fit the thin latex protection over his cock.

Her breath got caught somewhere in her throat as he worked it all the way down his magnificent girth. It was an enthralling show.

‘Kelsey.’ His voice was rough as tree bark and she dragged her gaze away from the weapon primed and loaded in his lap. He crooked his finger again. ‘Come here.’

She didn’t refuse this time. She practically ran the four paces to where he was sitting and stepped right into the space between his legs, her hands sliding onto his warm shoulders.

His palms settled on the backs of her thighs, just above her knees, and her skin hummed at his touch.

‘Eísai ómorfi,’ he whispered.

She had no idea what he’d said but she didn’t need a translation; it was there in his eyes. His head was level with her chest and he was looking at her breasts, with a reverence in his expression that was both heart-andpanty-melting.

His fingers slowly stroked their way up to her ass and Kelsey almost whimpered at the havoc they were creating. After long moments, he pressed his forehead to her sternum, burying his face in her cleavage. He inhaled then, roughly. Once, twice, three times, before turning his face and planting a kiss on the slope of her left breast.

It was the lightest of touches, barely there, yet Kelsey felt it all the way to her clit. The screamingly hard nub between her legs throbbed at the stimulus and she swayed a little as she drew in a ragged breath.

His hands gripped the back of her thighs and Kelsey sunk her fingers into the hair at his nape. Whether she was gaining purchase or just wanted to keep him there, she didn’t know, she just knew it felt more than sexual to hold him close.

He turned his face and pressed a kiss to the other slope before giving his lips and tongue full reign, exploring every millimetre of her breasts. Licking and kissing, drawing wet patterns until he reached her nipples, sucking each one into the hot recess of his mouth.

Kelsey cried out, burying her hands deeper into his hair and arching her back as he switched from side to side until she was a giant quivering mass of nonsensical noises. Until her legs were weak and she was floating in a sea of pleasure – the smell of maple syrup and her own arousal thick in her nostrils.

And just when Kelsey thought she couldn’t take any more, that the low pull in her abdomen was sure to swell into something bigger and harder and that she was actually going to orgasm from nipple stimulation, his fingers went exploring.

She gasped as they burrowed between her legs, stroking the plump, slick seam of her sex with absolute precision. The pleasure cranked from intoxicating to almost vicious in its intensity, her knees buckling under its onslaught.

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