Page 134 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

He moves his hand to cup me, his thumb stroking my clit.

I gasp, my knees buckling. He holds me up, his other hand moving to my breast, rolling the tight peak betweenhis fingers.

I can't help but arch against him, the sensations overwhelming.

He chuckles low in his throat, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me. He continues to tease me, his fingers stroking and circling until I'm breathless and desperate, ready to explode.

"Please," I whisper, gripping his shoulders, needing him closer.

He doesn't say a word, just gives me a wicked smile.

Then, with a single swift motion, he scoops me into his arms and carries me over to the bed.

He sets me down gently, and then reaches for his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion.

My breath catches in my throat as I take in the sight of him, his bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. He's beautiful, every inch of him, and the way he's looking at me, like he wants to devour me, only makes him more irresistible.

He smirks at me, knowing exactly what he's doing.

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulls them down, revealing his hard length.

I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. But it seems he has other plans.

He climbs onto the bed, his eyes locked on mine.

"I think it's time to make you scream." My breath hitches at the words.

And then his lips are on mine, his hands roaming my body.

I can't help but melt into him, surrendering to his touch, to the pleasure he's giving me.

But before I can lose myself completely, he pulls back and hooks his fingers in my panties, pulling them down in one swift motion.

"On your hands and knees," he commands.

I obey without hesitation, my body thrumming with anticipation as I turn away from him.

He moves behind me, his hands stroking my hips, the curve of my ass. I shiver as his fingers trail up my spine, brushing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck.

"You're so fucking gorgeous, Annie," he growls, his voice low and thick with desire.

He moves a hand around to cup my breast, pinching the nipple lightly.

"You're mine."

"Yes," I breathe.

"Say it."

"I'm yours."

He leans down, pressing a kiss to my shoulder, the warmth of his body enveloping me.

"Good girl."

He moves his other hand down, slipping his fingers between my legs.

I gasp as he strokes my clit, my whole body quivering.

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