Page 20 of Tempting the Billionaire
I stand against the railing, as close to the ocean as I can get. I smile. I can’t wait to explore the sand and beachcomb tomorrow. Ezra comes up behind me, wrapping his free arm around my waist and pulling me against him so he can press a kiss to my temple.
“It’s beautiful here,” I tell him.
He’s quiet for a moment. “I always thought I’d bring my family here.My family—like, wife and kids stuff. I really thought it would happen until …”
I twist around so that I’m facing him, looking up into his eyes.
“Sorry.” He shakes his head. “I don’t mean to bring that up.”
“No,” I say, reaching up to rub my thumb over his cheek. “Don’t be sorry.” I search his eyes. “You know, it’s not like that dream has to be over. You’re not dead, Ezra,” I say with a small laugh.
He chuckles, pulling me tighter against him. “No, I’m not dead,” he says with a grin. He bites his lip, his brow furrowing as he stares into my eyes. “You’re probably right. I don’t need to throw that dream away entirely,” he says slowly.
His eyes darken, and I feel my lower belly tightening. He leans down to press a kiss to my lips, soft at first, but quickly more and more demanding. I cling to the front of his shirt with my free hand, trying desperately not to spill my wine with the other.
Suddenly he pulls back, taking the glass from my hand and spinning around to place both our glasses on the table behind him. When he turns back to me, I reach for him, but he grasps my waist firmly, spinning me around and pinning me against the railing with his body.
I can already feel his arousal against my backside.
He presses his lips against my neck, his breath hot against my skin while he runs his hands over my breasts, my stomach, finding the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it. I gasp as he tugs the t-shirt up over my head and arms, tossing it aside.
I glance from side to side. The nearest house is quite a ways down the beach, but we’re still technically out in the open.
“Sshhhh,” Ezra murmurs against my ear, as if reading my thoughts. “No one’s out here. And if they are, well … too bad.” He nibbles my ear, causing me to moan softly.
He reaches up to cup my breasts, then he deftly finds the hooks at my back, undoing it and letting my breasts spill free. His hands are immediately on them as he squeezes and fondles them. I’m panting now, the wetness between my legs growing.
With one hand, he pinches my nipple—hard. I yelp, both in pain and pleasure.
He presses his lips against my ear. “You like that?” he asks.
I nod, surprising myself by the answer.
He pinches the other one, even harder, and I yelp.
Still squeezing and massaging a breast with one hand, he moves his other, lower, finding the waistband of my shorts and sliding a hand beneath them. Upon finding my wet center, he lets out a low growl.
“Fuck, Emma,” he murmurs. “I love how wet you are for me.”
I whine in response, pushing my backside up against him.
He slides a finger along my slit, up until he reaches my clit, and I cry out as he rubs slow circles around it.
“That’s my girl,” he says.
He pauses for a moment to grab the waistband of my shorts and underwear, pulling them both down in one stroke, leaving me completely and utterly naked, pinned against the railing.
“Emma,” he says slowly, and I about fall apart at the way he says my name. He continues to rub slow circles around my clit. “Are you on anything?”
I immediately know what he’s talking about. “I have an IUD,” I say quickly.
“So you’re okay without a condom?”
I nod.
“Good. I like the idea of filling you with my cum.”
My mouth drops open at his dirty words, my core heating up even more.
