Page 70 of Billionaire Bachelor
She starts abusing her poor lip again. “Go on…”
I chuckle, knowing how much she gets off my dirty words, telling her what I’m about to do to her.
I step out of my shoes, remove my socks, and pop the button on my jeans. “Then I’m going to lick your beautiful cunt until you’re screaming my name.”
Her lips part as her breathing gets heavier. “And then?”
I lower the zipper and push the denim over my hips. “Andthen, I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, because at that point, both of us will be begging for it.” My T-shirt is next. “But that’s not all.”
“No?”
“Not even close.” I pull my boxers down, slowly stroking my cock. “If you’re a good girl,that’swhen you can have your surprise.”
Her pupils dilate as she watches my hand moving up and down. “Are you going to tell me what my surprise is, so I can have some incentive to behave?”
“Lose the bra, Rosie.” I squeeze the head of my dick, willing it to relax a little.
I savor the way her tits bounce as she removes her bra. Rosie’stawny nipples are peaked, begging for my attention, but somehow, I manage to resist. I know this woman’s body almost as well as my own at this point, yet I don’t know if I’ll ever tire of looking at her.
“Would you like me to remove my panties next, sir?”
I groan. My brain knows she’s calling me that to be a brat, but my dick sure as hell didn’t get the memo.
“Only if you want me to eat your pussy,” I tease. “It’s up to you, baby.”
She flings her thong off comically fast and spreads her thighs in invitation. “You didn’t answer my other question. Are you going to tell me what my incentive is for behaving?”
Oh, Rosie, let’s not pretend you don’tlovebeing my good girl.
I grin. “I’d much rathershowyou.”
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ROSALIE
“I’d much rathershowyou.”
Oh, mama.
My toes curl when Logan gets that growly tone, and the rumble from his deep timbre triggers an involuntary Kegel. I’m practically panting like a bitch in heat, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. MaybeCeleb Insidershould call him the Pussy Whisperer instead.
“That sounds like a good plan.” I smile, opening my legs even wider.
He holds a finger up. “But first…I need to consult the list.”
I laugh, my heart pounding with excitement as Logan’s pretty eyes sparkle with mischief. My sexy to-do list has turned into a wicked little game, each new experience pulling us even closer.
He walks over to the nightstand, retrieving the notepad from the drawer. I give myself props for actually writing out a list because that baby’s served me very well over the last few weeks. The air crackles with tension as Logan scans the paper, his gaze flicking back and forth as if contemplating each item carefully.
But he can’t fool me.
I know he’s putting on a show, delaying the big reveal. Not thatI’m complaining. It’s all part of the fun. One of my favorite things about this new relationship of ours is that we haven’t lost our playful teasing. We’ve simply graduated from flirty innuendo to dirty fucking.
Sexy, filthy,fantasticfucking.
“Hmm,” he muses, tapping a finger against his chin in mock contemplation. “Let’s see what our choices are. Mutual masturbation? Nope. We’ve got that covered. Road head?” He looks around the room. “Highly tempting, but we’d have to leave the apartment, so that’s out, too. Damn. So many options. However will I decide?”
I play along, feeding the growing need between us.
