Page 55 of Dial B for Billionaire

“So wet.” I circle my clit, biting back a moan. “I've been wet since dinner. Since your leg brushed mine. I didn’t want you to say goodbye when you did.”

“I wanted to kiss you so badly. Pin you against the wall and show you exactly what you do to me.”

“Why didn't you?”

“Because once I start, I won't be able to stop.” His voice is strained. “And you deserve better than being fucked in a parking garage our first time.”

“How would you do it then?” I'm properly touching myself now, all shame abandoned. “Our first time?”

“Slowly.” I hear the heaviness of his breath, the thickness in his voice. “I'd undress you piece by piece. Kiss every inch of skin as I reveal it. Learn what makes you gasp, what makes you moan.”

“And then?”

“I'd taste you. Spread you out on my bed and use my tongue until you're begging. Until you can't remember anything but my name.”

“Bennett,” I whimper, circling faster.

“Just like that. I'd make you come on my tongue first. Then my fingers. Get you sensitive and shaking before I finally fuck you.”

“Please.”

“I'd go slow at first. Let you feel every inch as I push inside. Watch your face as you adjust to me.”

“I want it hard,” I confess, adding another finger. “Want you to lose control.”

“Careful what you wish for.” His voice is pure gravel now. “Once I'm inside you, all bets are off. I'd fuck you until you screamed. Until the whole building knows who you belong to.”

“Yes.”

“Are you close?”

“So close.”

“Come for me, Layla. Let me hear it.”

His command tips me over. “Bennett!” I cry out, not caring if my neighbors hear, pleasure crashing through me in waves. Through the haze, I hear him groan my name, followed by harsh breathing as he follows me over.

For several long moments, there's only the sound of our breathing gradually slowing. Reality seeps back in like cold water, bringing with it the magnitude of what we've just done.

“Jesus,” I finally whisper.

“Yeah.” He sounds as wrecked as I feel. “That was...”

“Completely inappropriate?”

“I was going to say inevitable.” A pause. “But also that.”

A slightly hysterical laugh bubbles up. “We just had phone sex while you're actively acquiring my father's company.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds problematic.”

“You think?” But I'm smiling despite myself. There's something about his dry delivery that makes even this insanity seem manageable.

“For what it's worth,” he says, “I haven't come that hard in... a very long time.”

“Glad I could help.” I press my palm to my forehead, wishing I could erase the blush I'm sure is painting my cheeks. “This changes things, Bennett.”

“Everything,” he agrees. “The question is what we do about it.”

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