Page 7 of The Playboy Billionaire

A hand touches my arm, warmth spreading from where it connects with my skin.

“Do you want to dance?” his voice says close to my ear.

I turn to face him, our faces close. “I’d love to.”

The elevator doors close,and Cal has me backed up against the wall before I can think. His mouth crashes down on mine, my lips parting, allowing him access. From the moment his lips touch mine in the club, I’ve known where the evening will end. My body is hot, my clothes are too tight. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this desired or turned on.

His tongue tangles with mine, his hand sliding down my thigh, lifting it against his hip. He rocks into me, leaving me in no doubt of his desire.

I moan at the sensation.

When the door pings, Cal pulls away, his eyes never leaving mine as he clasps my hand in his and leads me across the hall and towards a door. His keycard is already in his hand. The light flashes green as he pulls me into the room, the lights coming on. Illuminating the space.

My jaw drops as I take in our surroundings.

Before I can say anything, Cal is in front of me, his hands cupping my cheeks, drawing my attention back to him.

“Now,” he says.

His mouth drops to mine, and his tongue teases the seam of my lips, which I’m happy to give. He moans into my mouth, pulling me closer, his kiss becoming more desperate and demanding. I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist, as he walks us into another room, kicking the door closed behind us.

“Now, little dancer, the fun begins.”

He lowers me to the floor, and I feel the zip on the back of my dress give. His lips find my throat, his mouth working its magic as a thousand butterflies take flight low in my stomach. Strong fingers tease the straps on my shoulders until my small breasts spring free as he lowers it, my nipples tightening in the cold air.

He lifts his head, his gaze connecting with mine as he teases the sensitive points with his thumbs. Dark eyes lock on mine as they harden further at this touch. He bends, drawing one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and lavishing it with his hot tongue. The warmth is a sharp contrast to the air-conditioned room. I clench my thighs as a wave of pleasure shoots south, and I let out a low moan.

Cal recaptures my lips with his, nipping and teasing. He walks me backwards until my legs hit the edge of the bed.

He steps back and drops to his knees, sliding my dress down my thighs, letting it pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lacy panties.

“Beautiful,” he says, gazing up at me.

The look in his eyes makes me believe him. This is one night. What harm is there in allowing myself to go with the fantasy? Being swept off my feet by a handsome stranger.

He stands up and drops his mouth to mine. He gently pushes me backwards until I find myself lying across the bed. The back of his finger traces a line from between my breasts to my stomach. My muscles contract at his touch.

“A fine wine,” he says, making me giggle. A sound alien to my ears.

I wrap my hand around his neck, my fingers grazing the soft, short hair at the nape. Cal moves over me and deepens the kiss. I pull him down on top of me, loving the hard feel of his body against mine. My naked skin against his clothes. I can’t believe I’m here doing this. Not that I have a sex issue. I like it. I don’t go for one-night stands, choosing some connection to none. But in a few brief hours, Cal has breached my barriers.

I drop my head back as he works his way down my neck, finding every sensitive spot until I am squirming beneath him.

I clasp his head in my hands as his mouth once again finds my nipple, his hands snaking lower.

Cal pulls my panties to one side, his fingers trailing through the evidence of my desire.

“So wet,” he murmurs against my skin. “Do you like this? Are you wanting to ride my cock?”

My hips undulate beneath his fingers, and I let out a groan.

“I take it that’s a yes,” he says, sliding first one, then a second finger into me, pumping in and out, stretching me before curling against my g-spot and almost making me come on the spot.

“Ahhh,” I manage before Cal’s lips crash onto mine again.

“Clothes off,” I say, breathlessly against his mouth.

I feel him grin as he pulls back.

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