Page 47 of The Billionaire's Shrubbery

He groans and leans away from me. “Do you need to talk? Because I definitely have nothing that needs to be said right now.”

“It’s just, we agreed we wouldn’t have sex, so I thought maybe—”

“If you need something to think about, woman, think on this.” Will takes my hand and guides it below his waist. He’s semi-erect, so I wrap him in my palm.

“Oh, dear,” I say, trying to sound disappointed.

“What?” Will sounds panicked.

“Look.” I pull back the duvet so we can see what I’m holding. “I must have some Miracle-Gro residue on my hand.”

Will growls and the sound vibrates right to my core.

“Condoms. At the other end of the suite. Wait here? Or come with me?”

“I am not letting go of this,” I say with a squeeze.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

Will and I stand, and after two clumsy steps with me trying to hang on to his elephant creeper vine, he scoops me into his arms and carries me down the hall to his bedroom.

“You have to let go now,” he says before leaning forward to place me on the bed. “Just repeat a couple of Will Power motivational quotes, and I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

As Will’s naked butt disappears into his bathroom, I call out, “Consistent growth requires consistent activity. Get to business!”

“Good one.” His muffled reply is followed by a distinct, “Cock-blocking motherfucker!”

Will comes out of the bathroom with an obviously deflating semi, a condom box, and a piece of paper. He hands me the note.

“These expired two months ago. I’ll take my chances. You’re welcome. A.”

“A?”

“Aiden,” he mumbles. Then he yells, “Fu-uck!”

The unflappable Will Power is visibly perturbed, standing naked in the middle of his room with an impressive but deflating dick.

“Is it broken?” I point and bite my lower lip to keep from giggling.

“No, it is not broken.” Will scowls.

I chuckle.

He shakes his head, then smirks. “It’s just restin’. Pinin’ for the fjords,” he says with a decent British accent.

“Fjords are wet, aren’t they?” I lick my lips.

“Where are you going with this?” He steps toward me, his arousal returning.

“I don’t know. Just wondering if my mouth might be moist enough to help with the homesickness for those fjords … oh my, you weren’t kidding. That was a quick rest.”

I reach forward and pull Will toward me by his thigh. He steps as close to the bed frame as he can and I scoot down the mattress to position my mouth to take him in. I start by kissing his lower abdomen while my hand grips his now fully erect cock. He’s breathing deeply and slowly, like he’s trying not to have a panic attack. I look up to see his eyes are closed, but his mouth is open.

I slide my hand down his cock, grip the base and cup his balls. His hips tilt forward, and his soft head touches my cheek.

“Will. I haven’t done this in … a very long time. I’m not very good at it, so tell me—“

He reaches down, palms the back of my head and presses his cock into my mouth while I’m talking.

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