Page 30 of Tempting My Billionaire Master

“Uh, yeah,” I replied automatically, barely registering his question. My mind was foggy, and exhaustion weighed heavily on me after almost 36 hours without sleep. Tonight would be another restless night, as it would be my last opportunity to sneak out of the bunker without Ethan noticing. I silently cursed myself for planting the idea of installing cameras tomorrow; once they were in place, there’d be no leaving without his knowledge.

But the worst realization was that this was our final evening together. I was surprised by how much sadness that brought. I snuggled deeper into Ethan’s arms, breathing in his scent and stroking the hard muscle under his shirt. My hands seemed to move of their own accord, desperate to memorize every inch of him.

“Are you enjoying the movie?” he asked, clearly sensing my distraction.

I didn’t answer, just tilted my head up and pressed my lips to his. Ethan responded immediately, kissing me with a hunger that stole my breath. His lips trailed over my cheek and down my neck, igniting my skin.

He paused the movie, the image of Madeline lying in bed now frozen on the screen. The only light in the theater came from that pale glow.

We were sprawled across the red velvet divan, hands roaming and exploring each other’s bodies. A shiver of desire ran through me as Ethan’s fingers slipped under my shirt, his touch like a brand against my skin.

“I want you so much, Chloe,” he whispered, voice husky with need.

A mix of sadness and guilt washed over me, but my desire for him was overpowering. I gave in, hoping to chase away the thoughts that threatened to consume me.

“Make me forget,” I whispered against his lips, pleading with him to take away the pain of our imminent separation. The separation he didn’t see coming.

“Tonight, it’s just us, Chloe,” he promised, his voice filled with raw passion. “Let me make you feel loved, wanted, and cherished.”

I pushed Ethan onto his back, straddling his hips as I began unbuttoning his shirt. His gaze smoldered up at me, hands running over my thighs and hips as more of his muscular chest was revealed. With each button undone, I kissed the exposed skin, my lips lingering on the ridges of his muscles. The intoxicating scent of him filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t help but lick and taste his powerful body.

“Chloe…” he groaned as I felt his cock harden against me through his trousers. His strong hands pulled me closer for a searing kiss, our tongues dancing in a passionate tango.

When our lips parted, I leaned down to place a line of kisses over his collarbone and down between his pecs. His skin was warm under my lips, salty with a hint of cologne. I licked at the ridges of his abs, relishing the way his stomach tensed under my tongue.

Ethan groaned, the sound vibrating through me. His erection strained against his pants, pressing into my core. Need coiled in my belly, hot and insistent.

“I want to see your beautiful body,” he whispered, his green eyes filled with desire. His hands slid under my shirt, slowly dragging the material up and over my head.

For a moment, he just stared up at me, eyes dark with desire. I fought not to squirm under the intensity of that gaze, heat flooding my cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, fingers splaying over my ribs. “The way you make me feel…” He shook his head. “You undo me, Chloe Collins.”

My heart clenched at the tenderness in his tone. I surged down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, conveying all the emotions I couldn’t voice.

We were both panting by the time I pulled back. Ethan’s hands had drifted to my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. I ground my hips against his, desperate for more contact.

In one smooth move, Ethan flipped us over so I was pinned beneath him on the divan. His pupils were blown wide with lust as he stared down at me, chest heaving.

“I want to taste you,” he growled, sliding down my body. His fingers curled under the waistband of my sweatpants and tugged, dragging the material over my hips and down my legs, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. Cool air hit my soaked core, and I moaned in anticipation. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of my glistening wet pussy. “You’re more delicious than any wine I’ve ever tasted,” he said, his voice raspy with lust.

Ethan’s hot breath ghosted over my thighs, his lips and tongue laving a path inward. My fingers tangled in his hair, desperate to anchor myself as my arousal grew with each tender touch. I could feel his kisses on my sensitive flesh, teasing me as he moved closer and closer to my aching need.

“Please, Ethan,” I whimpered as I buried my hands in his hair, trying to urge him closer to where I needed him most. But he playfully resisted, his hands adding to my desire by squeezing my breasts and rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.

“Patience, Chloe,” he murmured, the sound vibrating against my sensitive skin. “I want to savor every moment with you.” His hands slid under my ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh.

Now Ethan’s lips traced lazy circles around my pussy, teasing me with featherlight touches. I dug my heels into the floor and arched my back, silently begging for more.

He continued to tease me, his kisses and licks dancing around my pussy lips until I was a quivering mess beneath him. My arousal grew with each press of his lips, my whole body thrumming with need. Closer and closer his mouth moved until he was kissing and nibbling at my slick folds. Finally giving in to my desperate pleas, he placed a soft kiss directly on my clit, sending an electric shock through my entire body.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me, intensifying with each stroke of Ethan’s tongue. I writhed beneath him, desperate for release and yet never wanting this exquisite torture to end.

Ethan gripped my thighs, holding me in place as his tongue moved faster. Left, right, up, down. My breaths came in short gasps, each flick of his tongue winding the coil of need inside me tighter and tighter.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, tangling my fingers in his dark hair. “Please, don’t stop.”

My breath hitched as Ethan’s tongue traced intricate patterns on my clit, his skillful movements sending shivers of ecstasy through my body.

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