Page 21 of The Elusive Billionaire
Her long brown hair splays out over her back when she cranes her neck to look me in the eye. “That’s my line,” she says, wearing a smirk that brings other men to their knees.
Fuck. It is her line. It’s what she’s said every time I was drawn to her under the cover of darkness.
“It is.” My left eye twitches. “Luckily for both of us, I have more self-control than you. So, when I say it’s the last time, believe that it will be.”
“The almighty Greyson Reyes has spoken.”
Anger, desire, and a small amount of respect tingles in my fingers right before I slap her ass. I’ve never understood why her talking back to me makes pride flood my veins, but now I’ll never have to explore that uncomfortable sensation again.
My hand connects with her reddened flesh again when she doesn’t immediately respond.
“Jesus, okay. Last time. Obviously, last?—”
I cut off her words by surging forward, impaling her on every inch of my cock.
“Grey.” Her needy groan pushes me to move faster.
I don’t tell her that I haven’t been with anyone else either. I’m just petty enough to keep that information to myself. Telling her would only raise more questions anyway. Like why I still haven’t picked a surrogate, or why I haven’t fucked anyone but my own hand in months.
“Harder.” Her pleading turns me on like nothing else ever has. The near-feral reaction I have should be criminal.
Savvy is the first woman I’ve ever been with who has a full and complete understanding of her sexual needs and desires.
And the confidence to act on them.
“My—my throat.” She grunts each word in between the slapping of my hips against her ass. Harder and harder I thrust, until her screams and moans block out the literal hurricane threatening to rip my house apart nail by fucking nail.
“You don’t make the decisions here, Sav.” Yet I give her exactly what she wants.
The second my fingers wrap around her throat and squeeze, she comes. Hard. Hard enough that her pussy grips my cock and I see stars.
Pure bliss snakes up my spine while her pussy flutters and spasms around me, but I bite my tongue to keep from coming.
Her fingers claw at my hand around her throat, not pressing it away, but forcing me to squeeze tighter.
Why does she have to be so damn perfect?
I fall forward, my front pressing into her back, so my lips land near her ear, and I slip my free hand around her thigh to pinch her clit.
“That was just a warm-up, Sav. Now fuck me like you’ve missed me.”
She knows what I want, but she’s just stubborn enough to fight me for it.
This is a war she can’t win though. Once my trust is gone, it’s gone forever, so this thing between us will be all about my wants and needs now.
Being selfish is the only way to rebuild my walls.
With my arms wrapped around her belly, I lift her, spin, then sit in the chair that’s wet from her drool with my dick still ensconced in her heat.
She sits on my cock, a little dazed, with her back plastered to my sweaty chest, and I slap her thigh just hard enough to make the cracking sound on her skin vibrate through the air.
“Move, Sav. Your turn to do the work.”
My hands fall to the sides of these idiotic stuffed chairs I never got around to replacing and I jerk my hips upright, just once, to spur her into motion.
Her pussy is swollen around me. She might even be sore, but she loves it. And when she starts to ride me, her sighs and gasps of pleasure prove it to be true.
“What is it you want today, Grey?” She rolls her hips in a slow seduction meant to torment me.
