Page 62 of Below Deck Billionaire
‘You did, huh?’
Tiffany couldn’t believe she’d let it all affect her so much. ‘Stupid, right?’
‘No.’ His eyes glowed blue in the night, capturing hers as his hands came up to cup her jaw, his unsteady breath puffing currents of warm air on her face. ‘Unless that makes me stupid, too.’
Her heart thumped at his surprising admission. So… he’d lost track of reality, too?
What did that even mean?
But there was no time for analysis as his expression morphed before her eyes, transforming his demeanour. She watched as Theo stepped right over the mental hurdle of the dare he’d accepted from Ari and left it behind in the dust as his mouth crashed down on hers.
Tiffany was officially lost as he stole her breath and plundered her mouth like the pirate she’d fancied him to be, taking instant control. Short, hard kisses. Long, deep, drugging kisses. Kisses where he used his tongue to devastating effect, teasing the seam of her lips, probing the recesses of her mouth, encouraging her tongue in a reciprocal dance that had her clinging and gasping and whimpering for more. Her head spun with the intoxication of it all, the harsh suck of his breath and the feral edge to his groans dizzying her so much she had to cling to his shoulders just to stay upright.
God, she’d missed this. Missed the way he’d kissed her so masterfully that first night.
When he eventually wrenched his mouth from hers, he muttered, ‘Wrap your legs around me and hold on.’
She barely registered the instructions before he was lifting her, but she caught on fast, winding her legs around his waist as he carried her to the table and deposited her there. It was a little more secluded compared to the railing, but only just.
Stepping between her legs, he claimed the space as his own, kissing her again, his hands sliding to cradle her face, angling her mouth exactly where he wanted it. But he wasn’t exactly where she wanted him and now he’d broken her from the intensity of their railing kiss, Tiffany was able to think again.
To become impatient again. To be greedy again.
Reaching between them, she slid her hand onto the silky hard steel of his cock, her thumb smearing the fluid already leaking from the slit, and he broke the kiss on a groan, his forehead pressed to hers. ‘Now,’ she demanded as she pulled at the hem of her dress once again, getting it high enough to align him with her core.
‘Off,’ he panted, puffing hot air on her face as he plucked at the dress.
‘No.’ Tiffany shook her head, relishing being back in control. ‘Like this.’ Because there was something deliciously exhibitionist about him being naked and very definitely feral about her being fully clothed, the idea of it speeding up a pulse already thumping erratically.
His gaze met the challenge in hers and there was nothing but the combined pant of their breathing for a beat or two before he reached for one side of her panties and ripped. Then repeated it on the other side.
And fuck if that didn’t almost make her come on the spot.
‘I have condoms in the house,’ he muttered as he yanked the tattered fabric out from under her and tossed it over his shoulder.
They’d used condoms that first night but given he’d had a vasectomy and they’d already talked prior to their first time about their fastidious measures with their sexual health, Tiffany didn’t want to wait a second longer. ‘I’m okay without. If you are?’
He didn’t reply, just locked his gaze with hers as he pulled her hips to the edge of the table. Her dress slipped off one shoulder as he guided himself to her slick entrance, the thick nudge of his head notching briefly before he plunged inside on a grunt.
Tiffany cried out at the perfect utter savageness of it, seeing stars. Real ones and the ones that popped and fizzed behind eyelids when the pleasure was so intense it forked like lightning everywhere.
‘You okay?’ he panted.
Forcing her eyes open, she nodded. ‘Yes. God, yes.’ She slid an arm around his neck, her fingers pushing into the damp hair at his nape, and she captured his gaze. ‘Exactly like that. Don’t stop.’
Planting his knuckles either side of her thighs on the tabletop, he followed her instructions to the letter, hunching over her with every thrust, his forehead pressed to her bare shoulder as he drove in and out with an intensity that was wholly uncivilised. An intensity that wiped her mind of anything other than the orgasm that screamed out at her with such rabid force, the powerful contractions of her pussy dragged Theo into the maelstrom with her, crying out his own release as he bucked and grinded into her over and over and over until neither of them had anything to left to give.
It took an eon for Tiffany to drift back to earth, but they didn’t talk after. Theo just picked her up, and she held on bonelessly as he strode into a bedroom and then into a bathroom and a shower cubicle, stripped her out of her clothes, turned on the spray, stepped into it with her and started all over again.
* * *
Theo woke to an empty bed and a flood of bright sunshine through the large window overlooking the terrace. It bounced off the white sheets, the whitewashed walls and the gauzy white curtains, which were more romantic than practical.
He spotted Tiffany at the railing, staring out at the sparkling panorama, the hem of the dress she’d worn yesterday fluttering around her calves in the breeze, tendrils of hair that had escaped her high messy bun blowing around her nape. And just seeing her there felt like sunbeams in his chest.
His villa had been enthusiastically lauded by anybody who had ever visited, but her quiet, breathy‘Ohhh Theo,’ and her inability to find adequate words for it, had meant more than any hyperbolic praise.
Because that was exactly how he felt about his home.
