Page 58 of A Billionaire Gentleman

“Shh,” I said as I turned my attention to his other nipple. “I’m not done yet.”

One of his hands moved to the back of my head as I continued to torment him with my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair until I gasped at the zings of pain. That was good. I wanted it to hurt like this. I wanted to feeleverythingso that when it was all over, I’d have the memory to hold onto because I’d never meet anyone like him again.

I rocked against him, smiling as he cursed again. His cock pushed against the front of his shorts, the small spot of moisture on the front telling me that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I squeezed him through the thin fabric, appreciating the heft and heat of him against my palm.

Then, he was in motion, flipping us so that I was pinned underneath him. The intensity of his stare was as responsible for my breathless state as the sudden movement, and a shiver went up my spine. Despite the fact that I was still completely clothed, I felt naked under that gaze.

Without taking my eyes from his, I reached under the waistband of his shorts. My fingers wrapped around him, and his eyes nearly closed. The effort he made to keep them open captivated me, and I teased him with unhurried strokes until he caught my wrist.

“I don’t have any pockets in these shorts.” His strained voice distracted me, and it took a moment for his strange sentence to register, though I still didn’t understand why that was important. “The condoms are inside.”

Oh.

“I know,” he said, “poor planning on my part.”

“I–” I hesitated, then decided I might as well go all-in if this was the last time. “It’s okay. I mean, if you’re okay…”

I’d never given any thought to how awkward a conversation about birth control would be. The one good thing I could say about Mead was that he’d been obsessive about using condoms. Dallas had been a fluke – one that I was so glad had happened – and after he was born, Mead had insisted I go on the pill too, just to be sure it didn’t happen again.

“Are you sure?” Deklin asked. “I don’t have…I mean, I’m okay too.”

I smiled and rose up far enough to give him a gentle kiss. “Yes, I’m sure.”

From there, it was simple. I didn’t know whose hands shoved down the front of his shorts or how my dress moved up enough for him to reach between my legs and pull aside my panties, but it took only a few seconds from the time I said yes until he pushed inside me, filling me in one smooth motion that left me gasping.

His mouth covered mine, swallowing the sounds I made as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him, my heels at the backs of his knees. My hands slid under his shirt, tracing the muscles in his back as they bunched and moved. His strokes were shallow, as if he didn’t want us apart even that much, and my body pulsed and throbbed in time with his.

Ripples of pleasure turned into waves, each one cresting higher than the last until I peaked. My back arched, and his rhythm faltered for a moment before resuming, faster and deeper, prolonging my climax until it rolled into a second one, catching me by surprise. My nails raked down his back, and he cried out, his body going stiff as he came at last.

It was over far too soon.

Thirty-Four

Deklin

I actually sawspots when I came, and I was fairly certain that Sofi had climaxed twice. I allowed myself a certain measure of pride that I’d been able to give her that, especially since my ex-girlfriend had always acted like sex with me was a chore. Maybe I’d improved – though it wasn’t as if I’d had any practice since then – or maybe the connection Sofi and I had changed things.

She made a soft noise as I pulled out, and I immediately leaned over her, concerned that I’d hurt her somehow, but she gave me a small smile.

“Messier than I thought it’d be.”

Messier…oh. I flushed, straightening. I reached for a couple napkins and cleaned myself off while Sofi did the same. Maybe once we caught our breath, I’d ask if she wanted to go for a swim. I’d be up for another round soon enough and since condoms weren’t an issue, maybe the pool–

“I need to tell you something.” Sofi sat up, straightening her dress in a way that looked more like fidgeting than actually needing to do it.

“All right.” I settled next to her, concern growing when she wouldn’t look at me. “Sofi?”

She took a shaky breath, looking like she was bracing herself for whatever my reaction would be, and I realized that she hadn’t been this way when she’d told me about having a son. Whatever this was, it was going to be bad.

“Because of my c-criminal record, the only job I was able to find back home was working as a showgirl at a place called the Diamond Star Lounge. It wasn’t a strip club, exactly, but calling us ‘showgirls’ was a bit of a stretch. Pasha, my friend there, said burlesque dancer was more accurate.”

I reached for her hand. “Sofi, it’s okay. We all have pasts.”

She pulled her hand back. “I’m not done. You need to hear all of it.”

“Okay.” I frowned but resolved not to interrupt again.

“I never had sex with anyone or anything like that, but…” Her cheeks were bright red, and she kept staring at her hands while she talked. “I hated it. And I knew Mead could use it against me if he found out. Which he did…and it…I knew I needed to get out of there.”

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