Page 17 of My Big, Fat, Fake Billionaire Wedding

“I’ll reorganize it,” he says simply, sweeping aside some of the papers and then lifting me onto the cool glass surface.

The temperature shock against my thighs makes me gasp. Gideon uses the moment to wrap his mouth against mine.

I should protest, should remind myself that this is just a one-night stand extending into awkward morning after territory, but my body has other ideas.

My fingers fumble with his shirt buttons, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He leans back just enough to help, shrugging the shirt off to reveal the muscled torso I explored last night. The sight of him again, all hard planes and perfect angles, makes my mouth go dry.

He reaches for my shirt hem. I raise my arms, letting him pull it over my head. His eyes darken as they roam my naked body. I should be embarrassed, but the hunger in his gaze makes me feel like I’m a goddess.

“Beautiful,” he says, and the single word sends heat flooding through me. “Now these,theseare the real masterpieces.” He cups my breasts, his thumbs brushingmy nipples.

I arch into his touch. “What happened to the cold, distant billionaire from twenty minutes ago?”

He gives me a wolfish grin. “He remembered what’s hiding beneath that shirt.”

Before I can respond with something appropriately sarcastic, his mouth replaces his hands, and coherent thought becomes impossible. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him close as he works his way down my body.

He sinks to his knees. I barely notice, too focused on the way he’s looking at me.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to do this again,” he says, his breath warm against my inner thigh.

I tense involuntarily.

Gideon notices immediately. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just—” I struggle to find words that won’t kill the mood entirely.

He studies my face, understanding dawning in his eyes. “Ah. The ex who made you self-conscious.” He presses a kiss to my inner thigh. “Let me tell you a secret.”

I wait, barely breathing.

“Last night, when I tasted you, it took everything in me not to cum right then and there.” His voice is low, sincere. “You taste divine, Ava. And I’ve been craving another taste since the moment I stopped. I could cum just tasting you.”

His words dissolve my anxiety, and when his mouth finds me, I gasp, my head falling back. His tongue works magic, making me grip the edge of the desk for support. My worries about smells and tastes vanish under his enthusiastic attention.

Oh god, is this man real?

I close my eyes as pleasure builds, my hips movingof their own accord. Gideon’s large hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he devours me. The contrast of the cool desk beneath me and his hot mouth on me is dizzying.

“Gideon,” I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair.

He responds by increasing his pace, his tongue circling in just the right spot. I’m close, so close, my thighs trembling. The pressure builds and builds until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can only feel.

And then I’m coming, waves of pleasure coursing through me, my body hot hot hot and yes there, right there, don’t stop, please don’t stop, oh god Gideon.

As I come down, panting and slumped, he kisses his way back up my body, his lips slick with me. The sight should be embarrassing, but it’s primal and raw and makes my spent body stir again.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs against my neck. “So beautiful when you cum.”

I can feel him hard against me, his cock straining against his pants. I reach between us to unfasten them, suddenly desperate to feel him inside me.

“Eager?” he asks, a hint of smugness in his voice.

“I want you so bad,” I breathe, pushing his pants and boxers down.

His cock springs free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I wrap my hand around him, loving the groan it pulls from his throat.

“Condom,” he manages, reaching into the pocket of the pants draped around his knees.

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