Page 72 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
It was all I could do to keep from sprinting up the stairs two at a time.
“Be really quiet when we pass Vivi’s room,” she whispered. “I don’t want her to know.”
“Don’t want your grandma to know what? That you’ve invited the big, bad wolf home?” I teased.
When we reached her room and were both inside, I turned and locked the door. Sweeping Scarlett up, I carried her to the bed.
“Now you’re in trouble, Red,” I warned.
I deposited her on the bed and crawled across it after her, growling. She giggled and kicked at me then let out a little squeal as I grabbed her ankle to pull her toward me.
“Where’s that red robe, by the way? I was so fucking turned on seeing you in that last night.”
“You mean seeing meoutof it,” she corrected. “I think you have a fetish for fairy tales.”
Then she put on this soft little damsel-in-distress voice.
“Oh my, what big claws you have Mr. Wolf. What bigteethyou have.” She breathed in and out in dramatic little gasps. “And what big O’s you give.”
Fuck.I’d never been into role play before, but this was giving me a boner for the record books. I basically dove for her, getting her clothes off as quickly as possible without ripping them to shreds.
“I’ll show you big and bad,” I threatened and stripped off her jeans while she wriggled out of her shirt and sweater and bra.
Urging her to lie flat on her back, I eased her panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor.
Nowthiswas a sight I could get used to—Scarlett naked and beautiful, spread out before me like a perfect, primed canvas just waiting for my hand.
That gave me an idea.
She reached for me, but I grabbed both her wrists and pushed her arms over her head, pressing them to the mattress beneath us.
I gave her a quick kiss. “Leave them there, okay? There’s something I need to do.”
She smiled up at me in dreamy anticipation. “What do youneedto do?”
Stretching out beside her and propping myself on one elbow, I smiled down into her beautiful eyes.
“You know about my tattoo designs, but I forgot to mention my other artistic talent.”
“Oh?”
I nodded gravely. “I’m also a master finger painter.”
With my right pointer finger, I stroked her mouth until her lips parted. Then I rubbed the inside of her lower lip, extracted my finger, and painted an invisible heart on her chest in the space between her breasts.
A little shiver passed through her. “How does it look?”
“Beautiful,” I murmured. “But it needs more.”
I tapped her lips, and she opened them for me again, nibbling on my finger then pulling it inside. Feeling her suck on it and swirl her tongue around, I almost abandoned the whole finger-painting idea and begged her to do that to my cock instead. I groaned and pulled my finger out with a little pop.
Then I “painted” some more, this time tracing a figure eight around her breasts, skating close to the erect nipples but not quite touching them. I painted a line down the center of her torso and around her belly button.
Scarlett sighed and squirmed in trembling frustration. I could see she was highly aroused. Her pupils were dilated, her breaths shallow and quick, and her skin was flushed all over.
“Is the painting done yet?” she asked, sounding breathless.
“Almost.” I bent to kiss her mouth then her breasts, dragging my “paintbrush” down below her navel and through the whorls of soft hair to her wet center.
