Page 48 of The Billionaire's Shrubbery

“You’re perfect,” he says.

And I guess I do okay since it seems like no time passes before Will grunts and pulls away, coming in his own hand. I’m both disappointed and relieved that he didn’t thrust down my throat when he came.

“What a gentleman.”

“You better not be calling me that after my mouth does what I have been dreaming of doing to you since the day you came up on stage.”

“Tell me,” I exhale, feeling the throb of longing.

Will shakes his head and moves to the end of the bed. “Power mantra forty-three.” He pauses and looks at me with a delicious challenge in his eyes.

“Words are wind—”

He pulls my ankles and I drag forward until my bum is at the edge of the mattress. Before I can finish the quote, Will has pushed my knees apart and is blowing warm breath between my legs.

“Finish,” he says, giving me a long, soft lick.

“Your actions define you,” I press against his mouth and he moans a sound that acknowledges I’m right. And then he rewards me with actions that clearly define Will Power as the most generous man to ever pleasure me.

He looks up, and though I can’t see his mouth, the crinkle at the side of his eyes tells me he’s smiling. He speaks so close to my sensitive skin that each word is a warm wind against me. “Focused.” He swirls his tongue against my clit. “Hungry.” He presses my lips open and presses his whole mouth over me. “Generous.” His tongue and lips move in a rhythm and pattern that makes me dizzy.

Will pauses and says, “Insatia—”

“Shut up!” I cry.

Is it selfish to lie like a quivering lump while Will liquefies my body? I should be doing something other than moaning and thrusting my hips into his face. But my hands can’t reach farther than the top of his head, and my spine has dissolved into the mattress.

Will uses his lips and tongue to bring me to the edge of ecstasy, then holds me there, my tiny muscles vibrating so fast and for so long, the euphoric pleasure becomes pain.

“Will,” I beg.

He looks up from between my thighs and uncouples his lips from mine. The pain intensifies, and I buck my hips to force his mouth back to my skin. Will growls and finishes me with three long, slow, broad licks.

I come hard and loud and unapologetically animalistic.

Will climbs into bed and wraps himself around me. His heart is beating as fast and hard as mine.

“Was that okay?” He bites my shoulder and I shiver.

“It was fine,” I deadpan. “I mean, if I was leaving a review of this experience on Yelp, I’d give you a solid four stars.”

Will rolls away then coaxes me down so I’m on my back. He straddles me, holds my shoulders, and levels me with a serious glare.

“Four stars is unacceptable. This establishment has an iron clad satisfaction guaranteed promise. What can I do to earn that last star?”

My insides are still contracting and they need something to squeeze. “Get a condom.”

Will jumps off the bed and is holding his phone with superhero speed. He clicks it on, then presses it to his ear. His jaw is tense and the crease between his eyes is as deep as I’ve ever seen it. When he speaks, there is no play in his tone.

“I don’t care what time it is. If you don’t have a condom—no, a box of condoms at my door within three minutes, you won’t be able to use one for at least a month.”

He drops his phone and his tough big brother attitude on the bedside table because when he looks at me, all I see is a man who would do anything to make me happy.

“Water? You’re going to need it because my Power play is going to leave you panting.”

We play. We make love. We fuck.

Will touches me in places I didn’t know I had. After two hours, Will Power has created me, broken me apart, put me back together, and then shattered me. My body is full and empty. My mind is elated and wretched. My heart overflows with infinite joy and immeasurable misery.

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