Page 36 of Black Tie Billionaire
“Yes.”
Almost too rough, he released her, reaching into his inner jacket pocket for his wallet. Quickly withdrawing a condom, he tossed the billfold to the floor. Within moments, he had his pants opened, his erection freed. Her swiftintake of breath preceded the hot, tight clasp of her fist around him by seconds. His back bowed under the whip of pleasure, and his free hand wrapped around hers, so they pumped his flesh together. For several torturous and blissful moments, they stroked him, pushing closer to an ending that wouldn’t include him balls-deep inside her.
“Enough,” he muttered, and, removing their hands, toreopen the small foil package and slid the protection over him. Above him, she fumbled under her dress, trying to push black lace panties down her hips. “Fuck that,” he growled.
Shoving her dress higher until it encircled her waist like a band, he fisted the front of her underwear and jerked it to the side. For a couple seconds, he savored the vision of her bare, glistening sex and the eroticbeauty of her silken thigh-high stockings against silkier skin. But then the lure of that feminine flesh proved too enticing, too much.
He slid his finger through the dark cleft, moaning at the wetness coating his skin. The sound dragged from her echoed his, and her head tipped back, shuddering when he circled her, applying minute pressure. Just enough to have her shaking like a leaf, butnot enough to catapult her over the edge. That honor belonged to his dick.
Hands grasping his shoulders, she eased down his length, and though the drugging pleasure had his eyes nearly closing to savor the tight, smooth fit of her sex, he kept his attention on her. Because nothing—not the rippling clasp of her body, the quiver of her thighs, the sight of her taking him—could compare with theslight widening and darkening of those beautiful eyes. Those eyes conveyed how much she craved him, needed him.
Those eyes gave him all of her.
And greedy bastard that he was, he wanted it all.
Except for the very fine tremble of his tautly controlled muscles, he held completely still. Allowing her to claim him at her own pace. Even if each interminable second she took to inch downthreatened to send him careening into insanity or orgasm—whichever came first. Finally, she sat on his thighs, and he was fully embedded inside her. And still he wouldn’t free her from his gaze. Not when, in this moment, surrounded by her sweet flesh, everything clicked into place. He finally knew this gaze.
Knewher.
“Fuck me, moonbeam,” he whispered. “And don’t look away from me.”
Sliding her hands over his shoulders and into his hair, she grabbed fistfuls of the strands and glided up his length. Air kissed his tip before she sank onto him again, swallowing him in the firmest, but softest heat. Again. And again. She released him, took him. Eased off him, claimed him.
She rode him, rising and falling over him, driving them both toward the rapidly crumbling edge of release.Her cries mixed with the litany of his own and still she continued to look at him. Letting him see what he did to her. Gifting him with that. Electric pulses zipped up and down his spine, crackling in the balls of his feet. He couldn’t hold back much longer. He wasn’t going to last.
He loosened a hand from her hair and tucked it between their undulating bodies and slicked it over the top ofher sex. Once, twice. A third and a pinch.
She flew apart with a scream, stiffening, her sex gripping him, milking him. Daring him to dive into the abyss with her. Grabbing her hips, he slammed into her, plunging so deep he almost doubted he would ever find his way out of her.
She fucking leveled him.
Her arms closed around his shoulders, cradling him as he bowed his head, groaningout his release into her neck. He inhaled her thick, heady scent as his body calmed and his breathing evened. His senses gradually winked back online after pleasure short-circuited them.
Silence filled the interior of the car. Carefully, he withdrew from her, disposing of the condom and righting their clothes. Shay didn’t look at him, paying undue attention to pulling down her dress and settlingit around her thighs.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice seeming overly loud even to his own ears.
“Yes,” she said, still not glancing in his direction.
Camille.
The name shivered on his tongue. He almost said it aloud just to see if she would respond. If her reaction would give her away. But he swallowed the name of the woman who’d haunted his thoughts since the night of theblackout.
The woman who was one and the same as Shay Neal.
It explained the nagging sense of familiarity. The feeling that they’d met before. Sinking into her body had sealed the knowledge for him. How had Shay thought she could continue to fool him once he was deep inside her? How could she believe he would ever forget the too-tight and utterly perfect fit of her?
She’d lied to him.All this time, she’d recognized him—how could she not?—but she’d kept the secret of her identity from him.
Why?
Several reasons entered his mind—embarrassment, protecting her reputation—but one kept blaring in his head, gaining validity.
Had meeting him at the Du Sable City Gala been a setup? Not the blackout, of course, but had she gone to the gala with a plan to meet him? To getclose to him? Yes, he’d approached her, but what would’ve happened if he hadn’t? Would she have found a way to get close to him? Found a way to get him to talk to her, to reveal information?
Had Trevor sent her to the gala with that purpose?
Minutes ago, Gideon would’ve said no. But with the haze of pleasure quickly evaporating and leaving him with a clearer mind, he couldn’t know forsure. First and foremost, Shay was a Neal and her loyalty belonged to her brother. Hadn’t she been willing to surrender to blackmail and sleep with the enemy—literally, now—to save Trevor? Gideon couldn’t see her going so far as to fuck him in that dark break room for her brother. As she’d defiantly told him before, she didn’t whore herself out for anyone. But...doing a little subterfuge on Trevor’sbehalf? Maybe that wasn’t out of the question...
He studied her proud profile, waiting to see if she would tell him the truth now, after she’d allowed him back inside her body. Maybe she’d explain her reasons for deceiving him.
But she didn’t.
Her silence was a punch-in-the-gut reminder of who she was—who they were to each other. She said she wanted to forget. But they never could.Especially when forgetting for even a moment meant letting his guard down and the enemy in.
And that’s who she was.
The enemy.
