Page 119 of The Billionaire's Secret
"I do?"
I sense him nod against my core. "You answer my questions correctly and I’ll let you come. Get them wrong and… Well… You’ll have to find out what happens then." He nips on my clit, I moan.Hell, this… This is torture. This is heaven.This, with his face between my thighs as he presses a soft kiss to my dripping cunt. As he licks up my cum from the inside of my thigh, then straightens to press his lips to mine. "Open."
I oblige, and he slides his tongue inside my mouth. The taste of me, of him, of the lingering tang of the champagne, goes straight to my head.
When he tears his mouth from mine, I sway toward him, seeking more, wanting more.
"Saint," I huff, "Please, Sir, please."
He laughs. "Do you hear yourself, little Gigi? You’re too greedy."
"I’m not."
"Yep, you are." The heat of his body recedes and a cry escapes my lips. I strain against my restrains. Reach out with my leg, feeling for him, searching for him.
"Now. Now." He clicks his tongue. "I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?"
I nod.
"I’ll give you what you’re aching for, but first you need to answer a few questions."
"What the fuck, Saint?" I cry out. "Another bloody riddle?"
"You know I can’t live without them."
"I thought you weren’t dependent on anything or anyone," I pout.
"Indulge me on this one."
"Like I have a choice?" I toss my head.
"You do. Of course, you do."
Not. He knows it. I know it. So why the bloody hell is he pretending otherwise?
"Ask your stupid questions," I mumble.
"You hungry?"
"Is that the question?"
"Yes."
I pause, tilt my head. "Is this a trick? So help me, Saint, if it is—"
He pops a cracker, topped with something savory, into my mouth. I crunch down. Flavors explode on my tongue.Yum.I crunch down the food. Then open my lips. "More."
"First tell me what that was."
"That’s what you want to know?"
I sense him nod.
Silence stretches. I run my tongue over my teeth, suck down the taste, "That was…hummus?"
"Well done, Gigi."
His footsteps thump on the carpet. Then another cracker is placed on my tongue. This one is slathered with something pungent, sharp, salty. The taste overwhelms me. I gulp it down, then scrunch up my face, "Ugh…" I grimace. "Was that…blue cheese?"
