Page 156 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
I could feel my cheeks flushing. "Actually, there was this guy I really liked in high school. And I was hoping he'd ask me to prom. A few days before prom I walked outside and he had written on my car with this foam stuff, asking me to be his date to prom. And I freaked out. I ran over to him and threw my arms around him and told him how I had a crush on him all of high school."
"That's not embarrassing. That's just a cute story."
"I didn't get to the embarrassing part. So he pulls back from me and asks who I am. And I'm thinking, weird, we had a bunch of classes together and you just asked me to prom. So I say I'm Keira and I point to my car. And he says, I'll never forget it: 'Shit, sorry Carrie, I must have gotten the wrong car. Do you know which car is Ashley's?' He didn't even know my name after I told him."
Rory started laughing. "Okay, that is embarrassing. And horrible."
"I was a total geek in high school. You know, frizzy hair, glasses, the whole thing. No one was ever going to ask me to prom."
"So you went alone?"
"I went with my friends. That's how I like to put it."
"Hmm. Well, it's his loss. Frizzy hair, glasses, and all. There's no way Ashley was as hot as you." He sipped his wine as his eyes fell on my breasts.
"Were you always super sexy? Even in high school?"
He looked back up at me. "Super sexy huh?" He put his hand on my thigh. "Is that what you think?"
He hadn't answered any of the questions I had asked him. But all I could think about was his hand on my thigh. I didn't want his fingers to stop moving. "I think I'm done with dinner," I said breathlessly.
"I agree. I think it's time for dessert." He pushed his plate away.
The way he was looking at me made me blush again. I had barely eaten anything. But I wasn't really that hungry anymore. I only had one thing on my mind now. I wanted him so badly. "I'm pretty full."
"Well, maybe I'll just indulge myself then. It's something I've been craving since this morning."
I was super curious about what he had made. If it was something chocolate then I wouldn't be able to resist trying it. He was an amazing chef. I watched as he pushed the rest of the dishes to the side to make room for the dessert. But instead of walking over tothe oven or fridge, he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto the counter.
His hands slowly spread my thighs.
"What's wrong?" I asked when his hands stopped moving. My voice sounded needy, but I didn't care. I wanted him right that second.No.I needed him.
"I'm waiting for you to storm off and tell me I'm reading this situation wrong." His hand dipped to my inner thigh.
I grabbed the collar of his blazer and kissed him.
There was no hesitation in his response. He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me back. No one had ever kissed me like that. Intense, passionate, leaving me powerless. If I wasn't sitting on the kitchen counter, my knees would have been too weak to stand.
One of his hands moved back to my inner thigh and his fingers brushed against my wetness.
There was a low noise in his throat, almost like a growl. "You're not wearing any underwear." He pulled my ass to the end of the counter and spread my legs even farther apart. Before I could respond, he bent down and placed a long, slow stroke against my aching pussy.
I moaned and leaned back on my elbows.
His tongue swirled around all my walls, acting like I truly was the dessert he'd been craving all day.
He pushed my thighs farther apart as his tongue went even deeper.
"Yes!" I groaned and tilted my head back. For days I had been waking up in the middle of the night panting, remembering what it was like for him to be inside of me. The real thing was so much better than my dreams. He was going to put me over the edge in a matter of seconds.
But instead of keeping his steady, torturous pace, his lips moved to my clit and his finger entered the void.
"Rory, please," I moaned.
"You've been teasing me for days, Keira. I'm not letting you come that easily."
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