Page 22 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

It was intoxicating to know she couldn’t.

That he was a man with his own game running. A man with his own set of rules.

That he was perhaps her equal.

You’re kneeling before him.

Yes. But because she chose to.

He began to undo the buckle on his pants, as he took his mouth away from hers.

He undid the button, the zipper, and revealed his hard, thick length.

She knew exactly what he wanted. And she wanted to give it to him.

She was about to lean forward, when he reached behind her head and pushed his fingers deep into her hair, drawing her head toward him, bringing her mouth down to him.

She parted her lips, and took the head of him in, that salty, musky flavor sending a sharp burst of desire through her. “Go ahead, pretty girl. Give me what I want.”

With trembling hands, she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft and began to work him as she sucked him into her mouth. She knew what a blow job was. She knew how they worked. She didn’t have to have had personal experience giving one to know that.

She took him in as deep as she possibly could, and then... Then she lost herself.

It was like the light in that back room of her brain had been turned off. She couldn’t see the file cabinets. She couldn’t access the vast bank of memories that drove her, that assaulted her at all times. There was nothing but this. The taste of him. The feel of him. She had never done this before, and it was wholly new. Wholly terrifying. Wholly wonderful.

She was lost in the taste of him. The hardness.

The heat.

The deep growl that he made in the back of his throat when she did something he liked.

She was, perhaps for the first time in her life, fully in the moment. Not in the past, not in the ever present, entirely too detailed memories that made her who she was.

Suddenly, she was lifted away from him, brought up onto his lap, and they were kissing. Fiercely. He was untethered. A man without a rudder, she realized.

It should maybe be terrifying, but it was the most exhilarating thing she’d ever experienced.

She was having sex with a stranger.

Well, she wasaboutto.

She’d just had the most intimate part of him in her mouth.

And now he was consuming her. Claiming her for his own. And she had never wanted anything more.

Wicked. Wicked. Wicked.

And tonight it would be only a good thing.

Tonight she would let it carry her into her darkest fantasy.

Tonight she didn’t care about rules.

Because this was it, so what was there to behave for?

He saw her.

He knew she was a con artist.

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