Page 84 of The Reluctant Billionaire

‘I can smell you,’ he grits out. ‘Fuck. Need a taste.’ He lowers his face, dragging his lips and nose down over my skin until he reaches my already damp thong. I claw at his hair, but then he’s pulling away from my hands and looking up at me again, hunger in those dangerous eyes.

‘Pull your thong aside for me, sweetheart,’ he mutters. He tugs on his full lower lip with his teeth, a gesture that has my pussy contracting, before continuing. ‘Show me what’s waiting for me.’

I slide my bum forward in my seat so I’m reclining further. It has the bonus of thrusting my pussy further towards Aide’s beautiful mouth. Without taking my eyes off him, I hook my thumb through one side of my thong’s central strip and pull it aside.

‘That’s my fucking girl,’ he says. His breath is already laboured. His words reek of thinly held control.

And it is so fucking hot.

‘Hold it right there, okay?’

‘Okay,’ I say, and let my head sink back.

‘You. Are. So. Wet,’ he says, dipping an experimental finger into my entrance. I moan. What parallel universe am I in, to find myself sequestered in my office with a delicious, dirty man who wants to take control of me? Undo me right here, with my team on the other side of that locked door?

He pushes his finger in hard, and I gasp. God, that’s good. Aide’s touch, and the almost feral look in his eyes, and the filth of this entire scenario, will be the death of me. He bends his head and touches his tongue almost reverently to my clit.

Sweet Jesus.

‘Mmm,’ he says, his voice rumbling against my needy flesh. ‘Fucking delicious.’

‘So good,’ I manage breathlessly.

He stops and looks up. His eyes are already glazed with desire. I bet he’s rock fucking hard already. ‘Lotts.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Tell me what you fantasised about me doing to you when you first met me.’ He watches my face for a moment before dropping back down and pressing a soft kiss to my pussy. Then his tongue finds my clit again, and Holy Mary, Mother of God, that feels right.

He should stay there forever.

‘Um.’ I struggle to recalibrate enough to answer his unexpected question. ‘Well, I thought you were a grumpy, hostile dickhead.’

He stops.

‘Okay, okay,’ I say hurriedly. I close my eyes and take myself back to that first day. ‘And I wanted you to rail me really, really hard virtually as soon as I laid eyes on you.’

‘Mmm hmm.’ He hums out his approval and rewards me with a magical swirl of his tongue around my clit that has angels breaking out in song around my head.

‘Um. It was your eyes. I’d never seen anything like them. Never. I wanted—I just wanted them on me. On my skin. I remember I saw you looking at my boobs, and I had this feeling, likehow would it feel if I had those incredible eyes on my naked tits?Like I could have come just from the way I knew you’d look at them. Like the way you did look at them when I got them out for you that day in the office.’

‘Fuck, yeah,’ he groans.Lick.‘Touch them for me.’

I hold on to my thong for dear life with one hand as I take the other to one taut, aching nipple. It’s pinched into a little ball of need, and my frantic fingers feel so, so good as they rub it. Roll it.

‘God, I remember that first time you sucked them,’ I moan. ‘It was like nothing else I’ve ever known. I needed your mouth on them so, so badly.’

‘Mmph,’he says, and it sounds pretty agonised. He rewards me by adding another finger inside me. Holyfuck, his fingers are big. I arch my back as much as I can in the chair to accommodate him and look down. The sight of his dark head moving between my legs, working the very core of me, is one that will be emblazoned on my mind on my deathbed.

Aidan Duffy will be emblazoned on my mind on my deathbed.

He is not the kind of man you recover from.

A wave of emotion crests over me, even more potent than the imminent orgasm threatening to build inside me, that has my heart squeezing. It’s all I’ve wanted, really, since that first moment I saw him. His question has me remembering oh-so-clearly.

I wanted his attention.

His eyes on me.

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