Page 51 of Kinks of a Billionaire
“What kind of nursery do you have in mind?”
I held on to his muscular shoulders, blinking water away from my lashes. We’d been swimming for the past thirty minutes, and the pads of my fingers were becoming wrinkly.
“Hmm, a pretty one.”
His lips brushed over my jawline. “I need more details.”
I chuckled. “Honestly, being so early in the pregnancy, I haven’t given it much thought. Maybe green accents if it’s a boy and lavender if it’s a girl.”
He seemed to consider my words for a moment. “How about green regardless of if it’s a boy or a girl?”
My brows scrunched. “Why green?”
He gave me the most beautiful smile. “Because your green eyes glimmer when you’re happy.” He leaned forward, brushing his mouth against mine. “And when you come for me.” My cheeks heated, despite the cool Caribbean waters. “You’ll come for me now, won’t you, baby?”
My nipples instantly hardened, every fiber of my being relishing in his attention.
His hands roamed my body, his fingers hooking under my top, and I vibrated with anticipation. My body pressed harder against him, his skin burning mine even underwater.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” I did without hesitation, and his palms ran up my legs. My breathing turned erratic, my core throbbing with the need to feel him inside me. He took my lips in a hard kiss, his tongue invading my mouth.
“Royce, someone might see us,” I breathed, grinding against his erection.
“Let them watch, then,” he growled, his fingers coming between my thighs and pushing my bathing suit to the side.
His finger brushed against my clit, and a moan escaped me as he began to circle the bundle of nerves in lazy motions. The image my mind conjured of someone possibly watching us only fueled my desire.
My hands roamed his body hungrily, needing to feel all of him. I shuddered as he thrust his fingers inside me, and he swallowed my whimper. Breaking the kiss, his mouth brushed against my earlobe as he said, “I can feel your greedy cunt clenching my fingers. You’re wishing it was my cock, aren’t you?”
My forehead fell against his shoulder as my breaths turned into small pants, his fingers thrusting inside me. “Yes.”
“Beg for it, wife.” His movements were relentless, his thumb circling my swollen clit, before he abruptly stopped.
“No,” I moaned, shooting him a glare. “Don’t be a bastard.”
He grinned, although his eyes shone with dark promises. “Beg for it.”
“Please.” I was a weak woman. “Please make me come.”
He slid his fingers back inside me, and I tightened my grip around his waist as I lost myself to the sensation. In and out. In and out.
My breathing hitched, ecstasy within reach.
His mouth found my neck, and he licked and nipped. I pushed my hands into his hair, holding on for dear life.
“Look at me,” he growled, and I lifted my head, our eyes locking. The unfiltered desire in them was exhilarating. He honed in on that sweet spot, powering his fingers in and out as one curled inward.
“Oh, fuck… Oh… my… God…” A cry tore through me. I pulled at his hair, my body coiling tight as shudders rippledthrough me. He continued thrusting his fingers, drawing out my pleasure.
“We’re not done,” he rasped as I melted in his arms. “You’ll give me more.”
The world was spinning, my lungs fighting for air.
“You’re really demanding,” I said, and he answered with a rough kiss. “And greedy,” I added against his lips.
He grinned, his strong hand tracing my thighs.
“That I am, but only when it comes to you.”
