Page 10 of My Possessive Billionaire: Our Fake Marriage

“There’s this one spot that’s been tight lately. I really need to stop skipping my morning yoga—hello, what are you doing?”

He stood up and walked behind my chair, then put his hands on my shoulders. I started to tell him to stop, but his fingers were like magic. The tension and pain in my neck had been constant for some time. He worked the muscles into limp submission, and the tightness just drained away.

“You’re so tense,” he said, going to work on another tight knot of muscle. “You work yourself so very hard.”

“I have to. It’s a demanding profession.” I resisted the urge to let my head loll. His touch felt so good, in more ways than one. “That feels so nice.”

“Relax,” he said, gently shaking my shoulders. “Just relax.”

I did my best to obey. He returned to massaging my shoulders, and I did let my head loll, my eyes squeezing shut. I let out a sharp gasp of pain that turned into a satisfied moan of relief.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Just let me take care of you, beautiful.”

Take care of me? I knew where it was going, and I had no intention of resisting temptation this time.

Chapter 4

Amanda

Evan’s hands worked their way over to the rounded edge of my shoulders, taking my blazer along for the ride. The wool garment slid off my body, baring my neck. Air tickled my exposed skin until he moved his head and blocked the vent. The wash of air from the vent wafted his scent into my nostrils. He smelled so good.

Alarms rang in my head.Are you sure you want to be doing this?Of course I was sure I wanted it. The real question was, did I want to deal with the fallout? Win, lose, or draw, this was going to seriously complicate my life.

At the moment, though, it didn’t seem to matter. Not as much as the fiery pulses of delight triggered by Evan’s nimble fingertips. I shivered as his hot breath hit the nape of my neck. His lips settled onto my skin and a gasp forced its way from my mouth.

“Amanda…”

He had a way of saying my name, as if his tongue caressed every syllable. Evan pronounced it like a one-word poem, a sacred incantation.

Evan’s hands moved the shoulder straps of my cami down and away. He peeled the fabric off of my breasts. I moaned as he kissed and suckled on my neck. Amazing sensations flowed through every nerve, pushing me into a higher state of arousal.

One hand moved around to the back. My bra came undone almost immediately. His smoothness at the task should have been alarming, I supposed. I mean, no one was that adept without a ton of practice. But in the heat of the moment, it just made me feel like I was being taken care of.

And besides, it’s best to take your engine to an experienced mechanic when it’s time to be serviced. And I could already tell Evan was an expert-level mechanic.

It wasn’t just the things he did to me; it was the way he did them. The way he seemed to savor every stroke of his fingers, every lick of his tongue, every deep inhale with his face buried in my hair. He seemed intent on absorbing every sensual aspect of my being.

My breasts came free as he peeled the demi bra off. It fell down onto my lap, then slid on the floor. Part of my mind thought I should pick it up—it was an expensive, very supportive bra with no underwire—but then he cupped my breasts in his big, powerful hands. He lifted them up, freeing me from the weight of the world. A sigh one part relief two parts wantonness hissed from my mouth.

“I’ve thought of nothing but making love to you since we met,” he whispered in my ear right before he gently bit the lobe. I cried out, a deep pang throbbing through my pussy.

“I thought this was about business,” I said in a sharp gasp. My voice sounded to me as if it came from far away for some reason.

“It was supposed to be, but you’ve got a hold on me.” His fingers swept up and caressed my nipples with long, slow strokes. “I just can’t help myself.”

The seat was a barrier between us. Suddenly it seemed like too much. I wanted to feel his body against my own. I started to rise, to go to him and hold him in my arms like I ached to. Instead, he firmly pushed me back into the seat.

“I’m not done taking care of you yet,” he purred into my ear. I laughed, a giddy warmth going through my body.

“I want to feel you,” I groaned. It was as articulate as I could get, with the heady rushes of pleasure elicited by his every touch ruling my senses.

“In good time, you’ll get to feel… everything.”

I gasped as he kissed my neck again, just the way I liked best. His grunts and growls of hungry delight pushed me along toward the edge of a climax just as much as his fiery touches and smoldering kisses. One of his hands slid down to the waistband of my skirt.

With expert aplomb, he hiked up the front of my skirt from my knees to my waist with just one hand. Again, I got the feeling he’d done this a lot. And now he was doing it with me.

The kinds of thoughts that went through my head were insipid. I had my head thrown back, so I was looking through the clear roof of the cabin at the sunset-tinged clouds. I should have been thinking of something poetic or majestic to match the phenomenal view.

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