Page 62 of Big Bad Bully
“Oh fuck.”
I pump my thumb and fingers.
“Oh my God. Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” She immediately clamps down on them, as if waiting for something to come around. Her juices soak my fingers as she orgasms.
My wolf howls with satisfaction.
That sense of metaphysical satisfaction also loops through me.
I pump until Aubrey’s done, then I say, “Bad girl. I didn’t say you could come.”
Aubrey
Now that I’ve had my funishment–and it was searing hot–I wrest back control.
“I’m the one giving orders,” I assert although considering I’m breathless and mumbling, I might lose some of the oomph to my statement.
Billy bites, then kisses my smarting ass, then unties my wrists. I groan as the blood rushes to my shoulders, which had gone a little stiff.
Billy seems to understand exactly what I’m experiencing because he squeezes them, helping massage the life back into them. Well, now I know. Billy White the III is an animal in bed. Madi’s conjecture that he might be decent because he pays attention to people’s desires was right. He’s smooth. Experienced. Dominant in a delicious way.
I want more.
He pushes me onto my back with his body on top. His gaze is on the silver ring in my navel. He must think it’s hot.
I push him away, and he yields. His normally closed expression is still inscrutable, but I detect a softness in it that wasn’t there before. An appreciation?
You’d think he’d be ragey with blue balls by now because I’ve come twice, and he hasn’t come at all, but he seems patient.
The man has self-control, I give him that.
I straddle his waist, and his lids droop as his large, talented man-hands come to my hips.
A phone rings, and his eyes slide toward the floor where his trousers are.
“Do you need to get that?”
He grinds his teeth. “Fuck.”
I take that as a yes and climb off.
Billy springs from the bed and grabs the phone out of his pants pocket. “Brick.”
Ah. His boss and best friend. I wonder which role of the relationship comes first? It almost seems like boss since he was so in the dog house with Brick over harming his relationship with Madi. It’s weird, though, because I thought Madi said they were college friends before he was a boss.
“Where are you?” Brick’s voice is so loud I can hear it all the way over here on the bed.
“I’m working from home today.”
“Since when do you work from home? What the fuck are you doing there?”
Billy’s face goes as blank as a slab of marble, not that he was showing much before.
Uh oh. I have a feeling playtime is over. I scoot off the bed and search for my clothes.
“I’m trying to have a meeting with my exec team, and they tell me you’re not here. I need you in the office. Now.”
“I’ll be there in thirty.” The call ends without any goodbyes. When Billy looks my way, I expect to see that flat businesslike gaze, but there’s a flicker of something else. Disappointment? Longing?
