Page 61 of Below Deck Billionaire
Healthy? No. But right now it felt necessary.
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Tiffany’s pulse slugged hot through her system as she slowly, subtlety, also began to sway. But not with his rhythm – against it. So her ass brushed against his cock one way and then the other in complete counterbalance to his direction.
She sensed the moment Theo clocked the change. His arms tightened a little, the muscles of his chest and abdomen tensed at her back, his sway faltered momentarily as if he wasn’t quite sure her movements were accidental or just plain provocative.
So she made it damn clear it was the latter as she rotated her ass in a deliberate movement against his cock, which was already fully clued in to her intent.
‘Tiffany?’ His voice was rough, his breath warm as it brushed her temple.
‘Could you just…’ She slid her hands to his forearms, which had dried in the light breeze, and gently tugged them apart, sliding her hands to his to redirect them. ‘Could you just…’ she repeated, guiding his palms to her breasts and whimpering as he cupped the aching flesh. ‘Oh God, yes.’ Her head flopped back into the crook of his neck. ‘That,’ she muttered. ‘Like that.’
‘Tiffany.’
‘Please,’ she whispered, turning her head so her cheek rubbed his throat, the delicious prick of his stubble sending a shudder of ecstasy coursing through her body. ‘I need…’ She swallowed, her throat parched as desire and grief segued into a feral kind of lust.
‘It’s okay.’ His breath was hot in her ear as he met her ass rub with a full-on grind that caused her to gasp. ‘I know what you need.’
Her pulse tripped as his fingers found her stiff nipples through the fabric of her dress and bra and squeezed. Andfuuuckhe did know. The sensation lanced her straight down to her core and she moaned in guttural satisfaction as she reached between them, frantically gathering her dress with fingers that trembled to the point of uselessness as she tried to slide it up and out of the way.
Because she didn’t just need an orgasm, she realised. She needed more than that. She needed him in her, she needed the oblivion of possession.
His possession. The way she knew only he could deliver.
Her frantic pulse drove the all-consuming need, her fingers brushing against the steel of his shaft, which was barely contained by the towel he was wearing, and he muttered, ‘Theé dóse mou dýnami.’
Tiffany had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like an entreaty. Which was hot AF. She liked that she could make him feel as reckless and as helpless as she was feeling.
Grabbing for the towel next, her fingers found the knot where it was fastened low around his hips and pulled, satisfied when it fell to the ground. Her hand slid onto the taut drum of his cock and she panted, ‘Oh yes,’ as she palmed him and said, ‘Please. I need you. In me. Now.’
She didn’t care that they were standing in the open where possibly every one of his neighbours could watch the show; all she cared about was having Theo inside her, like that first night when he’d ruined her for all other men.
‘Wait.’ He grabbed her around the wrist, stilling the movement.
He flipped her in his arms, his eyes flaring a hot blue flame into hers as his bare chest heaved, and he used both hands to manacle her wrists behind her back now as she struggled against his restraint.
‘You want me to fuck you, Tiffany?’ he growled, his voice dark as pitch, his wet slicked-back hair giving him an almost devilish edge.
She almost moaned out loud at his deliberate use of both profanity and her name. ‘Yes,’ she panted. All she could think about was him between her legs.
Owning her.
His jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around her wrists. ‘Even if that means I break my pact with my brother?’ he ground out.
Which was the bucket of cold water her libido didn’t – or perhaps did – need right now.
Tiffany’s lust-addled brain grappled with the words coming out of his mouth. His mouth that was close enough to kiss. Which would also be violating the parameters of that bloody stupid dare. She shut her eyes on a ragged breath, her wrists halting their twisting.
‘I’m sorry.’ Her lids opened to find him staring at her mouth like he was barely stopping himself from devouring it with his own.
Yet he was proving himself much more in control than she was at the moment.
‘You’re right. It’s not fair of me to ask. I guess I just’ – she shook her head, silently castigating herself for being so needy as she battled to normalise her pulse and breathing – ‘forgot for a moment that this isn’t real.’
‘Yeah.’ He nodded, also still satisfyingly out of breath. ‘We’ve kinda blurred the lines the past two days, haven’t we?’
She gave a self-deprecating laugh. ‘You can say that again. Especially coming to Mykonos. Meeting your friends and seeing the villa, doing some writing here, seeing pictures of your family… I guess I got swept up in the fantasy of it all.’
