Page 31 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

I stare at the face-down tablet. Would I ever do this on camera? Gosh, right now, I would. I’d let him do anything because the man knows how to eat pussy and that’s maybe the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.

The way he hums around my clit has me vibrating.

“Is this what you want, kitten? To come in my mouth again? All over my face?”

“Mhmm!”

He slaps my left ass cheek again. “Say it.”

“Say what?” I tease.

He launches to his feet. “Tell me you want this?—”

“I want this.”

“You’ve got me wound so tight.”

“I can help with that.” I press my hips tight to his, that thick cock snuggled between my cheeks.

He barks out a curse, and then he’s filling me. One hard shove and he’s all the way inside, balls deep. The cookies turn to crumbs beneath my hands.

“Oh god.”

“Fuck—” He pulls back until just the tip is snug in my entrance. “Just—fuck.”

Then he thrusts deep again. Hard. Harder. His hips slapping mine in the perfect rhythm.

“Elliot!”

His hips crashing me against the edge of the countertop hurts in the best possible way. I’m going to remember this for days. A lifetime really, but I’ll feel the effects till the New Year.

He gathers my hair in his fist and pulls my head back. “Say it.”

“I’ve never come like this.”

His hips stall as he absorbs my words. “Like what? With just a cock?”

“Mhmm.”

He finds the rhythm again, his hand gentling in my hair. Blessedly, it takes no time at all for him to hit that special spot again and send me soaring. He curls over my back, groaning as he lets loose, thick hot jets coating my pussy.

We lay in the aftermath, surrounded in the destruction we created, chests heaving. I have no doubt he was planning on making me say those two words before letting me come, but it’s too late now. Lips twitching, I grab a chunk of cookie and nibble it. The frosting’s only partially set up and the sweetness explodes over my tongue.

“I’m yours, Elliot. And you’re mine.”

14

ELLIOT

It’s nice to know that even after all the years I’ve lived in the city, I haven’t lost my touch with the fireplace. Flames lick the logs I just added. There’s a soft hiss, a little crackle, and a blooming heat. I put the tools back in their holder, then lift my hands to the fire for a few moments.

Lily has the TV in the den cranked with Christmas tunes. I find her singing along in the kitchen. “Smells amazing in here.”

Like brown sugar glaze, evergreen and gingerbread. Maybe it’s my new rose-colored glasses, but the cabin has never looked better.

She pops a sugar-coated candy in her mouth and smiles across the island. My heart squeezes in my chest.

“I was just thinking the same thing,” she says with a smile.

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