Page 53 of Seducing the Billionaire

“No, that’s valid.” I lead her over to the sitting area, propping a throw pillow behind her on the couch. “A lot’s happened in the past twenty-four hours.”

She angles herself toward me, scooting closer, our knees brushing. “I want this. I do. It’s just, before last night, I didn’t even know you were attracted to me. And now we’re talking about me directing you in bed? It’s a lot to process.”

I swallow, unable to comment on the thought of her directing me. But she’s right. We’ve gone from zero to sixty. “I wasn’t sure you were interested in me either,” I admit. “You could have just been really friendly.”

She chuckles lightly, her shoulders dropping some as she eases. “It’s never been just friendly with you.”

A surge of satisfaction rushes through me. So it wasn’t only me feeling this connection. “What do you want to do tonight? To have me do to you?” There’s blatant lust in my voice, but I can’t help it. I want anything she’s willing to do.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

“Where?”

“Anywhere.”

My gaze drops to her breasts, hidden away behind that Oxford shirt. “How about we continue what we started this morning?”

She nods excitedly, and I’m right there with her as I undo the first three buttons in quick succession, revealing the edges of her bra. I groan, leaning in to finally kiss her, something settling within me. Though my lips were last on hers only hours ago, it feels like longer.

Like I’ve been waiting a lifetime for her.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Keep unbuttoning,” she breathes.

I do as she says, parting her shirt, revealing an eyeful of cleavage. I’ve done my best not to stare previously, back in those first few days I worked with her, and again at the benefit, but tonight, it’s an invitation.

I run light fingers over her collarbone, teasing her, slowly bringing them down to dip briefly into the cups of her bra. The shaky sigh she lets out has my breath hitching, wanting her to do it again. Wanting to hear how much I affect her. “You like that?”

“Yes.” Her eyes drift close as I rub my thumbs over her nipples, drawing soft circles until they harden.

She shrugs off her shirt, kissing me hungrily, hands tangling in my hair. “How do you get me so hot so quick?” she murmurs against my lips, her bra straps sliding down off her shoulders in her haste. “Take it off.” She indicates behind her toward the clasp.

With pleasure.

I undo the closure, taking my time removing her bra, reveling in the sight of her topless for me. Fuck, she’s big. And those pale pink nipples. God, I can’t wait to get my mouth on those.

“Cup me. Squeeze.” She takes my hands and places them over her, directing me just like she’s supposed to. “Like that. Play with me.”

A moan escapes me, that husky voice of hers overtaking me, and I do as she asks, palming her and massaging, loving how greedily she responds in her kiss. I lick my way into her mouth, sucking gently on her tongue as I pluck at her nipples, my dick hardening against my fly, a pressure I have to ignore. Tonight is about her only.

She breaks away, lips bee-stung as she looks at me, desire in her half-lidded gaze. “I want your mouth on me.”

I’m momentarily startled as she pushes me back against the couch cushions and raises her skirt around her waist so she can straddle me, but I quickly get on board with this new position, my hips automatically thrusting upward to grind against her. I trail soft kisses down her neck, flirting with her collarbone the same as I did with my fingers earlier, and cup her breast, bringing it to my mouth for a light lick, nuzzling her.

Her hands find my shoulders, balancing herself, nails digging in with a sweet sting I delight in. “More,” she mumbles. “I want more.”

“Let me build you up.” I lick again, kissing the area after, loving the way she squirms atop me. “Trust me.”

She moans her assent, gripping me tighter as I give her a barely there suck, just enough to placate without fully satisfying her. I switch breasts, repeating the action, building her up like I promised over long minutes, her harsh breaths and restless movements telling me it’s time to go further.

“What should I do next?” I ask her, biting gently at the hardened bud of her nipple.

“Touch me,” she pants. “Finger me. I need you.”

I snake a hand down her body, tracing her curves, committing them to memory. I have no idea if tonight is a one-off, but in case it is, I can’t forget any second of it.

I ignore her bunched-up skirt, traveling past it to rub two fingers over her panties, and she angles her hips to give me better access.

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