Page 19 of Contract of a Billionaire
My mind immediately shot to filthy images of Alessio and how he’d make me cum. My cheeks turned crimson. They had to be totally melting. The only saving grace was the cover of the night.
A dark chuckle left his lips. “Not to worry, Autumn. When you cum, I won’t have to ask you. I’ll know by your screams.”
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
My cheeks blazed and a flush covered every inch of my skin. Forget Jaymes Young. Alessio’s voice and his words would be every woman’s dream of pillow talk. He took a step closer to me and his scent enveloped me. In the middle of a parking lot, the light warm breeze whipped through the air, but all I could feel and smell was him.
Spice. Sandalwood. Heat.
This man would devastate me if I wasn’t careful. And still like a moth to the flame I went.
* * *
My motheralways said that life was made up of moments you grabbed.
You made your life happen. Nobody else would do it for you. It was right at that moment my decision was made up.
“C’mon Autumn,” Alessio nudged me towards his sports car. He opened the door for me like a true gentleman, and I had to swallow a tiny sigh. That was one thing about college boys. They had no manners, and I was a sucker for them.
“Ugh, Alessandro,” I muttered as I lowered myself into his sports car. “Can’t you have a normal car that sits off the ground?”
His chest shook as a chuckle broke loose. “I like my car.”
“I think your tires are flat,” I muttered under my breath.
He shut the door and went around to get into the driver’s seat. As his car roared to life, I sat in the fancy, red Maserati next to my friend’s much older brother, all I could smell was him. His car smelled like expensive leather and him. And the close proximity made my mind hazy with an intensity of desire I had never tasted.
“Buckle up,” he ordered, buckling his own seatbelt.
“Okay, Daddy,” I muttered, rolling my eyes, and reaching for the seatbelt. Of course, I wouldn’t admit to him that I always put a seatbelt on. He just rattled me and left me drooling after him. “Didn’t know you were law enforcement.”
“If I’m old, you’re a baby,” he mocked. “And if you don’t buckle up, I’ll be forced to teach you a lesson no law enforcement ever could.”
I didn’t like his mocking tone. I was almost full-blown fanning myself here and he was calling me a baby.
“Like what?” I retorted back sarcastically. “Put me in timeout?”
“My kind of timeout would involve you bent over the bed and your ass bare for spanking.”
My pussy clenched and I rubbed my legs together in shock at such a response. The image that picture painted had my panties soaking wet. I should be embarrassed at such a reaction.
I wasn’t. I wanted to hear more filthy talk from him.
I watched those strong, veiny fingers resting on the wheel. I tried hard to focus on that strange ring he wore. The letter ‘A’ with a skull, but my eyes kept flickering back to his forearms and then his hands that I knew, just knew, would feel so good on me.
It took everything in me not to reach out and put them on my bare thighs. It was a carnal need that demanded I feel him on my skin. On every inch of my body.
“You could never keep up with me, old man,” I breathed, my heart drumming.
Crossing my legs, I watched him flick a glance at my bare thighs.
“You’re playing with fire, love,” he drawled, a hint of delicious darkness in his voice. A muscle in his jaw ticked, as if he fought for control.
I shifted in my seat and my skirt hiked even higher.
“Ooops,” I murmured.
Those beautiful lips curved up into a devastating smile. “I’m going to have fun playing with you, my little toy.”
