Page 107 of The Elusive Billionaire
Before he can respond, I crawl two feet closer to him, then force him to lean back on his palms while I clean up his stomach with tiny kisses.
His groan makes my kisses hungrier, more eager.
“Night and day, Monroe. You were a sickness and there was no cure. You had already embedded yourself in my DNA, and no matter how far I ran or how hard I tried to block the memory of you, you were here.” He slaps his chest. “And fucking with me here.” He taps his temple.
I continue kissing the ripples and indents of his stomach until my tongue is branded with the taste of him and syrup.
His cock bobs in his shorts, and he finally pushes me away with a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“My turn.” He takes the fork from my hand. But now I’m beside him, and before he lifts the syrup-covered bite, he motions for me to lean back on my elbows.
As soon as I do, he holds the fork over my right nipple, waiting as a slow string of syrup creates a messy circle on my tank top.
“That’s going to stain,” I grumble. He shuts me up by slipping the pancake past my lips. Sweet blueberries explode in my mouth when I bite down, and I moan.
The fork hits the plate with a clatter, and then his mouth wraps around my syrup-covered nipple. He sucks on the fabric of my tank top with long pulls that send contractions through my core.
The man laps, licks, and sucks until my entire nipple is soaked and I’m a panting mess.
“You play dirty.”
The smile that Grey shoots my way says more than words ever will.
It says: I’m just getting started.
It says: Endgame.
His eyes darken as he stares up at me, then he bares his teeth, biting my nipple and pulling at the same time.
“Fuck.” It’s a moan that’s pulled from the deepest corners of my soul. His ministrations throb everywhere in me.
“Your turn.” He hands me the fork, and I blink three times to get my brain to work.
I can play dirty too though. Knowing he won’t end this game until all the food is gone, I place three pieces on the fork, then swirl it around until I’ve soaked up as much syrup as I can.
He growls when I hold the fork over his cock, and moans when I tip it sideways, watching the line of syrup that falls from the pancake onto his hard length.
“I love this game.” His words are tortured but honest, and I feed him the giant bite.
Then I use my tongue to lap at the fallen syrup. I close my lips around his fabric-covered cock and suck. Hard, long, deep pulls. My scalp prickles when he fists my hair, holding me in position as though I have anywhere else to be.
“Too. Many. Clothes.” His hips jerk as I run my open mouth along his length, soaking the shiny cotton of his shorts. “You’ll pay for this, Monroe.”
I look up to find him staring at me with so much heat, I’m shocked the room isn’t engulfed in flames. Lowering my chin, I stare up at him through thick lashes and add pressure to his cock with my tongue.
“Get up here.” His jaw is clamped so tightly, the muscles in his neck pulse in time with his heartbeat.
Easing off his cock with a smirk, I sit back and rest my palms flat on the floor behind me.
He dives for the plate of pancakes, and as he works to load up the fork, nerves settle in my chest.
The one thing I can count on with Greyson Reyes is that he’ll always come back harder, more determined than before. Hestalks me now with one thing on his mind—taking control and helping me free my mind.
My eyes widen at the size of the bite he expects me to eat. There has to be at least five pieces of pancake on it. Syrup drips from the fork to my thigh, then—as if he’s located my clit with GPS—he dribbles a little pool of syrup onto my shorts. The heat of it instantly warms the tingling bundle of nerves.
A piece of pancake falls into my lap, and he grins. “Dinner and dessert.”
I open my mouth to tell him I can’t take that bite, but he uses the opportunity to feed me. He holds eye contact, daring me to contradict him as he scrapes the food into my mouth by sliding the fork along my teeth.
