Page 78 of The Billionaire’s Arrangement

“Go ahead.” He stood and let me take off the rest of his clothes until I had him gloriously naked. His erection was swelling on his thigh.

“What will you do with me now?” he mused.

I touched his beautiful body, licking his flat nipples down the solid muscles of his stomach and the ripped muscle of his abs. When I reached his cock, I went on my knees and wrapped myhand around the base and shaft, then licked over his balls, lifting to stroke my tongue behind them.

Paul shuddered and clasped my head. “Now that’s a new move for you.”

“I looked at a tutorial online. You don’t like it?”

His laugh was sexy. “I do. You just surprised me. I’m in your hands.”

Paul was so controlled most of the time, and I enjoyed how lost he became when we were alone in bed. There, he was all mine.

I stood and tugged him down to sit on the bed and moved between his thighs, reclaiming his cock in my grip. Running my tongue up and down his erection, I lightly squeezed his balls as I worked my hand along his throbbing shaft. He was so hard I could feel his pulse in my hands as I pleased him.

Paul groaned and held my head as I bobbed on his cock. “Yes, Nadia. Suck me.” I could feel him grow harder and thicker in my mouth.

I gagged, but I held him.

My eyes flicked up to see his taut face as I pleasured him. He moaned as I slid his shaft into my mouth and drew hard, hollowing my cheeks. I groaned when I tasted his pre-come, and he tightened his grip on my hair. “Fuck. I’m going to come, Nadia. Let go, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

I bobbed faster, stroking his shaft. Paul’s breaths were ragged pants, and I inhaled his dark scent. I felt myself grow wetter, watching how turned-on he was. I became bolder, drawing on his hardness and sucking him deeper until I gagged. He cursed and yanked my hair as he came hard and filled my mouth. I swallowed him down because I wanted to know every part of him.

Paul’s chest rose and fell as he worked to regain control. “Nadia…you keep surprising me.”

I surprise myself.Something about being with Paul made me feel like I could do anything. We’d been so intimate together; I trusted him with my body, and I hoped he’d trust me.

Stretching out next to him, I put my hands above my head. “Do whatever you want with me.”

A dark look crossed Paul’s face before he climbed onto the bed and kissed over my collarbone and down my breasts. He then turned me over and kissed down my back, over my buttocks and legs, until he reached my toes. Nothing remained untouched.

He flipped me back over, pushing my legs open before positioning himself between them. Then he speared me with his tongue and lapped my pussy until I writhed against his lips. I rocked my hips against his face and closed my eyes when I came. He didn’t stop.

“Paul,” I whined, pushing on his shoulders. My skin was overly sensitive with all his attention, but still, he held my hips in place.

Paul knew if I didn’t use my safe word—red—I didn’t want him to stop, so he kept stroking me with his tongue. He pumped two fingers into me, and another orgasm wracked my body. I shook hard all over as he sucked my clit. He was relentless, and I wanted nothing more than his passion.

“Fuck, I love watching you come, Nadia,” Paul growled.

He spooned me, then lifted my leg over his thigh to enter me.

“Oh, Paul,” I moaned his name in devotion as he eased his cock in, giving me ecstasy with every inch. He echoed my name with just as much praise. He squeezed my left breast as he grabbed my inner thigh to lift me higher as he slowly fucked me.There’s nothing better than Paul inside me.

We climaxed close together, and Paul gave me what I wanted. He left his cock inside me and held me tight. Then, when I told him I felt sad about Justus Black again, he rubbed my back andkissed my face, keeping me in his arms all night. Where was the line between his arrangement to keep me away and holding me in his arms?

I didn’t know. But at that moment, I couldn’t imagine another man ever devoting so much care to me. There was only one Paul Crane, and he’d ruined me.

Later, Paul shook me gently awake.

“Time to go home.”

New York City from above was like a fistful of long and short needles sticking up through a square of fabric. It seemed jagged and sharp, and I couldn’t imagine anything landing on top of it. Then, like magic, open spaces on the tightly knit metropolis appeared, and the airfield was in sight for us to land. Within minutes, the plane touched the ground.

We were back.I loved Paris, but NYC had become a new home.

I texted Mom, Dad, and Xander.

Nadia: Back in NYC. I can’t wait to catch up with all of you.

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