Page 44 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

Fiona

Jason’sbreathingisloudas he runs his hands over my skin, exploring every part of it. When his hands reach my thighs, the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Slowly, he traces the skin on my thighs, running his fingers up and down until he gets between my legs. When his fingers brush over my already pulsing clit, I shiver, my head swimming with desire. He stands to his feet, taking my arms in his. When I stand, too, he places one hand behind my back and the other below my knees, lifting me. He walks out of the kitchen and climbs the staircase. I gulp. I know where this is going, but I don’t want to ruin it by thinking about the last time and how it ended. I want to stay positive. He’s been changing these past few weeks, and I’d rather focus on that. It’s too late to turn back. I’m already panting with greed. I place my hands around his neck, taking in his scent of soap, wood, and a tinge of sweat. Now in front of his room, he pushes the door open with his toes and walks in, closing it with his heel. His room is cool and has a faint tangerine scent. He walks past the living room, going straight to the bedroom.

When he gets to the bedroom, he lowers me gently to his bed, and his soft black sheets envelop me like a tender hug. His eyes are fierce, darkened with desire. He takes his nightshirt off and goes to his nightstand to wear a condom. When he’s done, he climbs onto the bed, keeping his eyes steady on me. His lips meet mine again; this time, his kisses are ravenous, like he’s on a mission to claim me as his completely. He spreads my legs and presses himself onto me with his firm chest brushing over mine. His bulging erection makes me gasp as he moves over me with all of his attention on my lips. I suppress a groan as my knees turn into mush, weakening under his slow, gliding movement. He stops, staring deep into my eyes. The tingling in my skin intensifies when a flirtatious smile tugs at his lips. The smile of a man who knows he has me weak in the knees. His hands move down, reaching for my shorts. His fingers maneuver through them until they find my warm wetness. With his thumb, he plays around with my clit, and a raspy moan leaves my lips. I lift my hips off the bed with my eyes shut, but he doesn’t stop. Finally, he pulls my shorts off, along with my panties, lifts my legs, and places them around his neck. I shiver at the thought of what he’s about to do. He glances up at me.

“Do you want me to go ahead?”

At this point, my whole body is on fire, and my senses are suspended. The best I do is give a small whimper. I can’t form words that explain how desperate I am for his tongue to meet me down there. He grins and, with his tongue, claims my clit.

Jolts of electricity surge through my body. Sensations I’ve never felt before fill my stomach as he runs his tongue all over. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my mouth is open as I pant like a thirsty creature. He pushes his tongue into me, and I grab a pillow to cover my mouth. If I don’t, the entire house will likely hear my screams, and it’s too quiet.

Jason doesn’t stop. He takes off his shorts and climbs back to bed, leaning on the headrest. He lifts me and places me on his hardness. I gasp as he guides himself into me. After tonight, my lip will likely protest from all my biting. He pulls me closer, and I tighten my legs around him. As I move, he pants, raising his hips to meet mine. Whenever he does that, it’s like he’s about to rip me apart with the depths he gets to inside of me. The screams come, and Jason responds with grunts. I move faster, covered in sweat. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his jerking tells me he’s about to have orgasm. I increase my speed, aware my screams are getting louder. I don’t think I can hold them back anymore. He straightens himself out, and my toes curl as we climax together with one big grunt. I collapse on his chest, and he holds me, stroking my back.

“I have a confession.”

“What’s that?”

“The sex thing at the party was because I was scared.”

I lift my head to look at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been open with anybody. With everyone, I flee before there’s ever a chance to get there. So when the whole thing happened with you, I freaked out. I felt like I needed to create some distance to protect myself.”

That would explain his coldness.

“Do you still feel the same way?”

His lips curve into a smile as he stares at me.

“No.”

I lay back down on his chest, relishing his strong masculine arms around me.

“What’s your favorite sex position?”

No one’s ever asked me that. Not that I’ve been with many men. I’ve had sex with just three men. The first was at a youth camp with Jeremy, the Pastor’s kid. We did it in his dad’s car. The second was with Nate, the handsome high school jock that I really liked. The last was Nick, who was probably my worst experience.

“I don’t know, to be honest.”

He chuckles.

“Okay. How about we find out?”

I sit up, looking at him.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s try them all until we find one you’re madly in love with.”

My jaw drops.

“That’s going to take all night.”He winks, sliding a finger into me. Fuck. I didn’t see that coming.

“You’re dripping,” he says in a low growl. His voice is like music to my ears, and his finger thrusts, fire in my bones. I’m getting turned on again.

“You ready for the long ride?”

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