Page 17 of Tempting the Billionaire
“Tell me,” he says, sliding a finger inside of me.
I gasp. “I—I thought about … about you touching me.”
“Where?”
“There. Everywhere,” I pant.
He starts slowly pumping his finger in and out of me. “You thought about me touching you even though you weren’t allowed to make yourself come?” he says. “You poor thing.”
I whine, bucking my hips toward him.
I hear him chuckle. I’d be angry at him for toying with me like this if I wasn’t loving it so much. If I wasn’t desperate for more.
“And what do you want now?” he presses.
I lean my head up to look into his eyes. He’s smirking at me, his eyes alight with amusement. Fuck, he’s enjoying this. Having me at his mercy. “I want you to make me come,” I moan quietly.
“Can you beg for it, sweetheart?” he asks, inserting a second finger inside me, causing me to gasp in pleasure.
“Oh god,please,” I whine, my breasts heaving with each breath. “I don’t think I can take it anymore.”
“You’ve been such a good girl,” he says, pumping just a bit harder. “I suppose I could reward you.”
Still pumping his fingers in and out of me, he lowers his head between my legs.
A shriek escapes me as his tongue finds my clit, and I know it won’t take long for me to fall over the edge. He runs slow, deliberate circles around my clit, still fingering me. I grip the couch cushions beside me, gasping and moaning as he does his worst.
“Oh god,” I cry as my climax nears. “Oh god, Ezra!” I shriek.
My orgasm tears through me, and I lie there, panting, as the waves continue to wash through me. Staring at the ceiling as the waves subside, it finally occurs to me what I’ve just done. Ezra and me.
There’s no going back now.
Chapter 9
Ezra
I think this might be the most excited I’ve ever been to head to work on a Monday morning. I’ve been unable to keep my thoughts off of Emma all weekend. I had half a mind to call her on Saturday and have her come back over.
But I’d refrained. While I can tell she’s obviously into what we’re doing together, I don’t quite know where her head is at when it comes to all this. Presumably she’s just wanting something fun and casual. Which, so am I. At least, I think so.
Anyway, especially after our first time doing anything sexual, I wanted to give her some space to process. I don’t want to smother her.
But now, as I walk down Newbury Street toward Bishop Jewelers, I feel actual goddamnbutterfliesin my stomach. Butterflies. Like I’m in high school or something.
Jesus Christ, I need to get a grip.
Sure, she’s just about the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And she’s smart and sweet and funny and …
I shake my head. I was looking for a rebound and this is it. A rebound. Not … something else.
I push open the door to Bishop Jewelers, immediately spying Emma behind the counter, which gets my heart rate up.
Her eyes meet mine, and a soft blush paints her cheeks. Fuck, I love it when she blushes. I especially love that I’m the one causing it. I shoot her a smile, glancing around to see that the store is empty. Rachel must not be in yet.
I stalk across the room, bracing my hands on the counter and leaning toward her. “How was your weekend?” I ask with a smirk.
She bites her lip. “It was good, Mr. Bishop.”
