Page 97 of Faking it with the Billionaire
I pinch his arm. “I’m not a chocolate-coated candy.”
“But you could be,” he says, glancing me over from head to toe. “I have some chocolate sauce that I could cover your naked body with and lick—”
I lean in, capturing his lips, taking a taste, my fingers tangling through his hair. I’m trying to offer him comfort, warmth, and love because I don’t want him to go through all of this alone.
“And what about your hockey career? Can you play and be the owner of a team?”
Kyler sighs. “No, it would be against league rules. I might be able to appoint a trust as owner and continue to play, but I’d need to consult a lawyer, and I’d have to appoint someone I trust to run the team.”
“You can appoint me,” I say.
He laughs at my suggestion. “My fiancée, who knows nothing about hockey?”
“I know that you’re the best player in the league,” I say with a cheeky grin.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. “That’s sweet, babe. But you really know nothing about hockey. I’m the best player on the Ice Dragons, but there’s some other talent out there.”
“Not true,” I say. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
He pulls me onto his lap, and it’s unmistakable, the bump of his cock poking me. He has a wicked gleam in his eyes, and I run my fingers through his hair before leaning in to kiss him. “So, what’s it going to be, babe?” I tease.
Kyler groans as our lips pull apart. “I want to take you home,” he whispers, crashing his lips on mine again for another searing kiss. The pads of his fingers skim my thighs, grazing bare skin as his fingers play with the hem of my dress.
“You already get to do that,” I say, reminding him that we’re living together.
He growls as he kisses me more forcefully, pushing his tongue past my lips. His fingers glide under my dress, caressing the elastic of my panties.
“Someone might see us,” I whisper.
“Let them.” His lips cover mine once again, his fingers sneaking into the side of my panties, and I shift closer, wanting his touch elsewhere. “I want them to know that you’remine,” he growls.
“Yours?” The air is sucked from my lungs, and my head is cloudy, pulled through the fog of a storm at sea.
His kisses move from my mouth to my jaw as he whispers into my ear, “Spread your legs for me,babe.”
I inhale sharply and do as he commands.
There’s a grin on his face. His eyes are dark, and they match the night sky that affords us the only hint of privacy outside.
He’s not the least bit gentle when he yanks my panties to the side and runs his fingers over my slit.
I moan, unable to stop myself, and his lips cover mine, silencing me. “Fuck,” he breathes.
Is he surprised by the sounds that he’s caused? My body responds solely to him, and right now, I want him.
“You started this,” I whisper, struggling to stare into his heated gaze as his thumb teases around my clit. He knows the right ministrations, two fingers grazing over my labia, riling me up, teasing my folds apart.
My insides shudder for him, aching with an intense need, but he doesn’t fill me. “I did start this, Em. And I want to watch you come on my fingers, in my mouth, on my cock every night for the rest of my life.”
I gasp, and my breathing catches in my throat at his words.
“You like dirty talk, babe?” A smile grows on his face. “I’m going to fuck your tight little pussy when we get home.”
I whimper, and one finger glides through my wetness, offering him my arousal, unable to deny what he does to me. Not that I’d want to deny him anything.
He pulls his finger from my pussy and brings it to my lips. “Open,” he commands.
I part my lips, and he pushes his index finger into my mouth. I suck my juices, his eyes on me the entire time. “Fuck, babe. You make me want to have you right here, right now.”
