Page 13 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

Still, she stares at me with an open fascination. Greedy fingers glide over my pecs and down my flat stomach. With a little whimper, she leans forward, planting a kiss over my heart. I suck in a breath, a feeling of rightness settling in my chest.

Together, we work off my shirt and her hands immediately go to my belt. I cover them with my own, halting the movement. "We can slow down."

"We're not even at a simmer yet. I've been fantasizing about this for years. I don't want to slow down."

"Years?" I quirk an eyebrow, pleased at the revelation.

She worries her lower lip. And I get it. We're sixteen years apart. Her dad is my oldest friend. Her brothers trust me. But it wasn't until I saw her Miss Claus pictures that I trusted myself. Until I stopped denying what I want. Because seeing those pictures of my girl out there for everyone to see, they lit the fuse.

Lily nods, reaching behind her back. My brain goes staticky. The white noise between my ears drowns out the splatter of water against the tile. The bra gives and slides down her arms with the help of a little shrug. And then she's bare. Topless and gorgeous. High, full breasts with dark pink tips that call to my lips.

Groaning, I cup them, teasing her nipples with my thumbs. She hums her pleasure, pressing herself into my hands. Unable to wait another second, I duck my head and suck one needy tip into the heat of my mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding on tight.

I suck and massage, lick and nibble until she's squirming, coming out of her skin with need.

"Are you wet for me, kitten?"

She nods, sort of frantic-like, wide eyed and needy. Breathless.

Moving to her other breast, I give it the same treatment. How is this my reality? How is it possible that this beautiful young woman wants me with the same burning desire?

Flicking the tip of my tongue against the tight bud of her nipple, I absorb her shudder. She's fucking delicious. Her sweet skin and her response.

"I'm the luckiest man alive," I murmur, kissing and licking my way back to her throat.

At the same time, I slide a hand down her belly.

Her curls are wet, soaked and my middle finger glides with ease, finding her clit. With a little gasp, she tips her hips, offering herself to me. Goose flesh teases her skin and I spin into the stream of water.

Her moan makes my cock weep. Who am I kidding? It's been weeping for her since I saw that first photograph of her delicate, inked foot so artfully styled in a marabou kitten heel.

My balls draw tight, primed and ready to give her my seed. She just has to say the word, or breathe in my general direction, and I'm going to erupt. On her, in her, hopefully not in my pants.

"You," she mutters, fingers fiddling with my jeans. The wet fabric gives her a hard time. "Need you out of your clothes."

I grab her hands. "Are you sure, kitten? Because I don't think I can be naked with you and not make love to you."

She pulls me down for a deep kiss, tongue sweeping into my mouth. Her fingers are in my hair and her body presses so tightly to mine, not even air could get between us. My toes curl and when I lift my head, a goofy grin stretches my lips.

"You're going to be the death of me, aren't you?" I ask.

A few kisses, a few touches, a taste of her sweet body, and I'm such a goner.

I kick off my boots, shove my pants and boxers down, hopping on one foot as I try to free myself.

"Fuck." I trip, feet tangled in the wet denim, landing hard on the bench seat.

"Are you okay?" I can tell she's stifling a giggle.

She kneels and helps me out of my predicament. But once I'm as naked as she is, cock pointed at the sky, she stays there on her knees. Water rains down, hitting her tits, creating two tiny waterfalls off the tips.

I bite my lip to keep from coming.

I clamp down harder when her hands coast up my shins, over my knees, and up my thighs. Every hair she touches sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my brain.

Fuck me. This is straight out of my most forbidden dreams. This goddess on her knees, looking at me with so much heat in her eyes. All that slick skin waiting to be explored. Her touching me, learning me, watching for every spot that drives me wild.

Newsflash, it's all of them.

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