Page 50 of Below Deck Billionaire
She risked another quick look for confirmation, which was a big mistake as he rolled his head to the side and caught her staring, his gaze capturing hers and not letting go. ‘I swear, Tiffany, I’m holding on by a thread of honour right now.’
The low rumble of his words dragged heavy fingers through the liquid centre of her, and Tiffany could no more have turned her gaze to the ceiling than she could have flown her ass to the moon. Need blazed hot blue in his eyes, but knowing he was battling his desires too was little comfort to the ache between her legs.
‘Regretting it already?’ he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
Tiffany didn’t act coy; she didn’t seek clarification – she knew what he was talking about. She should never have invited him back into his bed. ‘Yeah. A little.’
His gaze drifted to her mouth then back up again. ‘Why?’
Because her act of kindness/stupidity had crystallised one stunning fact. This thing between them wasn’t going to go away because it was inconvenient and neither of them wanted it. It was going to have to burn out.
‘I can’t seem to stop wanting you,’ she admitted, each word feeling as calamitous as it was liberating.
Burning this thing out with Theo sounded like the best kind of debauchery, but how long wouldthattake? And where would they be after? The stakes were too high when her best friend was married to his brother and she knew she’d be seeing him on and off for the rest of her life.
‘There hasn’t been a single second since you stepped on this boat that I haven’t wanted to drag you onto this bed and fuck you so good and so hard and so long, you’d never want to leave.’
Tiffany bit her lip to stop from moaning as a hot tide of sensation rolled from her clit to her nipples. Her on this boat? Forever? Ready to spread her legs for him, cater to his every sexual whim whenever he came calling?
Bloody hell.
Shutting her eyes, she rolled onto her side away from him. The man still had one month left to win his dare. And she wanted more from life than being Theo Callisthenes’ fuck buddy. Even if right now it sounded like the sweetest deal.
Shoving a fist between her legs to soothe the gnawing ache, she breathed in steadily. ‘You’re on a sex ban,’ she reminded him, her voice so low and ragged she barely recognised it as her own.
A hand slid onto her shoulder, and Tiffany’s eyes flashed open. ‘Who said anything about sex?’ he muttered as his body pressed along hers.
His lips to her nape. The front of his chest to her back. The front of his thighs curling around to spoon hers. The long hard length of his cock notching into the cleft of her ass.
‘Ari never said anything about me helping someone else with their pleasure.’ Hot air puffed his wicked suggestion across her skin, causing a proliferation of goosebumps from her scalp to her nipples. ‘Would you like that, Tiffany?’ His lips bussed her nape with each word. ‘You got an itch I can scratch?’
Tiffany moaned both at the way he said her name – low and dirty – and the visual in her brain and her entire fucking body broke out in one giant itch. Her hips involuntarily pushed back, her ass rubbing against his erection.
He groaned at the action, the rumble of hot air circling from her nape to her throat. ‘Have mercy, Tiffany,’ he murmured, his mouth a brand on her skin. ‘I only have so much resolve.’
His ragged request squeezed through her belly, and she shut her eyes as she forced herself to stop the agonising tease. For his sake. And hers.
What did she think she was doing? Had she been about to rub herself to climax on his cock? God knew she was in such a hair-trigger state she’d probably manage it in startling time.
Gah! She was losing her grip on this.
His lips pressed into the slope where her neck met her shoulder, and she whimpered at the back of her throat. ‘No kissing,’ she panted, panicked suddenly that she would be the one responsible for Theo losing to Ari in their stupid dare situation.
‘I’m not kissing,’ he murmured, his lips vibrating against her skin, driving her wild. ‘I’m nuzzling. Ari didn’t say anything about nuzzling.’
He nuzzled some more, his tongue licking a hot line to the bony notches of her neck, his hand moving simultaneously from her hip to her thigh to the hem of her shirt. Tiffany’s heartbeat thumped through every pulse point as his hand pushed under and began to trek back up, skimming over her underwear, her belly, her ribs to finally claim a breast, squeezing it on a groaned, ‘You have magnificent tits.’
The compliment went straight to her head but was quickly lost as his fingers found the taut aching peak of her nipple and strummed. She whimpered at the sensation, and he hushed her as he swirled his finger around the tip. ‘You like that, don’t you?’
Tiffany swallowed, an explosion of sensations popping behind her closed eyes. ‘Yes,’ she admitted on a choked husky breath.
‘I remember,’ he said, his voice dropping a whole other octave, ‘you loved it when I did this.’ He pinched her nipple and Tiffany cried out at the exquisite torment of it, her hand looping behind his neck, holding on for dear life.
Her back arched involuntarily as the torment continued, a hot kick of electricity arcing from her nipple to her clit, which pulsed urgently in response. ‘Yes,’ he whispered, his lips brushing her ear now. ‘Good girl,’ he praised as she whimpered in pleasure. ‘I remember you, Tiffany. I remember you.’
He did. Tiffany had always found walking the line between pleasure and pain exceptionally stimulating, and the relentless pincer was pushing all her buttons. When he released it, she gasped as the cool air blasted the hot compressed nub that was burgeoning painfully back to taut fullness.
‘I know what else you like too.’
