Page 68 of The Reluctant Billionaire

His hand cups my bum before sliding between my legs. ‘Told you it was your turn.’

Mmm. Just his words, and the feel of his fingertips against the very top of my inner thigh, are enough to have my nerve endings standing to attention. I let him resume his dreamy kisses as his fingertip finds my entrance and circles it. He pushes in one knuckle deep, and I wriggle.

I want more.

He finds my clit with what I think is his thumb and teases it. His skin feels calloused through the water, and I jolt as the sharp pang of pleasure hits in exactly the right spot.

‘Just there,’ I murmur between kisses. ‘Mmm.’

We float there, entwined, as Aide continues to stroke my needy flesh, circling and flicking and pressing and finger-fucking me in ways that have my body spiralling. I love having his mouth and hands on me like this. My breathing turns to whimpers, to soft little moans, as he coaxes a world of sensation out of me.

Then his hand leaves where I need it most and clamps around my bum as he pulls away from my mouth.

We’re on the move.

‘What are we doing?’ I manage.

‘Need to spread you out and taste you,’ he says.

I can roll with that.

I stretch luxuriously in his arms as he exits the pool—using the steps, this time—and makes for the covered daybed at the far end. He tosses me down in the middle of the enormous terry-towelling-lined mattress, and I take a moment to appreciate the beautiful irony of having wanted a ‘real’ man capable of throw-down and having found one who can do so in the context of his insane swimming pool.

I could get used to this.

Aide crawls between my legs and looms over me, pausing to lift my head gently and place one of the scatter cushions under it. He’s such a sweetheart. I smile up at him, enjoying the stark look of desire on his gorgeous face as he takes in the sight of me laid out like a feast for him. His cock is thick and hard and pointing straight at me. I engage my abs to make a grab for it, but he halts me.

‘Not yet. My turn.’

Aaandwe’re back to the two-word sentences. I adore this version of him.

He plants his hands on either side of my face and braces, dipping his head to kiss me again before his mouth grazes a trail down to one of my nipples. He takes it between his lips and flicks at it with his tongue, groaning as he does so. His touch is light, but it stokes the flames he’s been fanning in the pool and I arch into the sensation as I abandon myself to Aide.

With kisses and licks, he works his way down my wet body, pushing my legs further apart so he can crouch between them. He has me so worked up that I practically shoot off the bed when his tongue hits my clit.

He laughs, a low, delicious rumble. ‘That good?’

‘Yes,’I hiss, pushing my bum down the bed so I can shove myself closer against his magic mouth.

‘Good girl,’ he says, and resumes his ministrations, parting my folds and holding me wide open for him. My pulse beats insistently between my legs as he licks and sucks, his tongue skilled. Hungry. Determined. He slides a couple of fingers inside me without warning, and I push into the heavenly intrusion.

Because this is heaven, surely.

A man like Aide.

Devastatingly beautiful, but without an ounce of the artifice so many guys I’ve dated—or fucked—have.

Kind.

Humble.

Generous and skilled and ravenous in bed, with a way of making me feel like no one else exists for him but me in this moment.

I gaze up at the white sheets billowing around me and try to absorb every single unique bolt of pleasure he delivers. I’m so turned on from the pool, and the blowjob earlier, and the shirtless football, and just from being around Aide all day, that it won’t take much to send me over the edge.

And it doesn’t. The hard, hungry swipes of his tongue, and the twists of his fingers, and the low noises of appreciation and arousal he’s making in his throat all conspire to wind me tighter and tighter. I find my nipples and pinch them hard, my touch intensifying the pleasure even further.

‘Please,’ I tell him, ‘I’m so close. I need it really hard.’

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