Page 67 of The Billionaire's Bride
"Don’t I?" she murmurs. "Or maybe you are too scared to acknowledge what you’ll feel if you see me. It’s why you still refuse to look at me. Funny," she chuckles, "I didn’t think you were a coward Baron, you—"
I turn and freeze. "Fuck, Ava." I drag my gaze down her features, her plump breasts, her tiny waist, the sweet flesh between her legs with that narrow strip of hair that drives me insane.
"Why the fuck are you naked?" I growl.
"Why do you think?" Her lips tilt up. The minx chuckles. She actually chuckles.
"This is not funny," I growl.
"No," she wipes the smile off of her face, "it isn’t."
I chug down more whiskey, wipe the back of my hand across my face. "If you think just because you are naked, I am going to bend you over the desk and rip into your pussy—" I bare my teeth, "you are abso-fucking-lutely, right."
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Ava
"Oh." I swallow, "OH." Those filthy possessive words send heat racing down my spine.
I’d heard a noise and woken up from my dazed half-slumber to see Baron moving away from the door. I had a vague recollection of Edward carrying me up to his bedroom, and then to the ensuite. There he'd propped me up under the stream of water, then proceeded to wash every inch of my body. I'd barely managed to keep my eyes open as he'd cleaned himself. Then he'd dried me and himself, before carrying me to his bed.
I’d wanted to resist, but I had been so pleasantly tired, and besides, I didn’t want to sleep alone. So, when he’d spooned me, I had snuggled into his embrace. I’d enjoyed the heat of his body, the feeling of ownership that his heavy arm around my waist had evoked. That is, until I’d spotted Baron. I’d seen him leaving and I knew he must be upset. Despite the guys insisting that it was fine for me to sleep with either of them, they were both too possessive, too alpha to not get jealous when I was with the other. It’s why I had crept out from under Edward’s embrace, and followed Baron down to the study. It’s also why I hadn’t worn any clothes.
Not that I want to seduce him… Ha! Of course, I do. But maybe it’s also this sense of mischief rearing its head inside of me.
Could he actually refuse me if I turned up naked in front of him? Would he turn away from me as he had done the last time? Guess I am about to find out.
"Come 'ere." Baron crooks a finger at me.
I hesitate and he glares at me. "Don’t defy me, Eve," he rumbles. "Come here, now."
His voice propels me forward. I pause in front of him.
"Good girl." He smirks and that edge of danger in his smile... OMG, he’s the original bad boy, all right. He takes another swig from his whiskey bottle, then holds the bottle over my chest and tips it. The scent of woodsy alcohol deepens and the liquid trickles down my breasts.
He leans in, drags his tongue down the trail. He circles my breast, bites down on my nipple, and I shudder. He follows the stream down to my belly button, swirls his tongue in the hollow. Goosebumps pop on my skin. "Oh," I gasp. "Oh, my."
He laps his way down the slight swell of my belly, across the soft flesh of my pussy.
My thighs clench.
He nips on my engorged clit and my knees seem to give way. I stumble, and he grips my hip, holding me in place. He drops to his knees, buries his nose in my core and inhales. The gesture is so damn erotic. OMG. My nipples pebble and my thighs clench.
Heat explodes up my spine and my belly trembles.
He places the bottle of alcohol on the floor, grips the outside of my thighs. The calluses on his fingers chafe the sensitive skin, and my core clenches. A fat drop of cum slides out from between my pussy lip and he’s instantly there. He laps it up, licks his lips, then stares up at me from under hooded eyelashes. "You drive me insane, Ava," he growls. "You taste so fucking sweet that I swear, no dessert will ever compare to the taste of you."
"Baron," I whisper, and he shakes his head.
"Don’t talk," he warns. "Not one fucking word out of you, understand?"
I nod.
He lowers his gaze back to my pussy, stares at it. He urges me to part my legs, and heat flushes my cheeks, spreads over my chest. I force myself to watch as he continues to gaze at my flesh like it is the single most important thing in the world. The absolute attention he bestows on me is so hot, so damn sexy. Something hot stabs at my chest. I wriggle my hips, shuffle my feet, and he makes a warning noise at the back of his throat.
The rough sound chafes at my nerve-endings. My breath catches in my throat.
He blows on my heated flesh, and I shiver.
