Page 23 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

He didn’t care. He wanted her anyway.

He put his hands on her hips again, lifted her so that her knees were on his thighs. Then he grabbed the edge of her underwear, and pulled them to the side, exposing the heart of her to his inspection. He moved his hands around to cup her ass, and brought her up against his mouth.

A short scream escaped her as he began to lick deep within her.

Each stroke of his tongue created a white-hot streak of pleasure that rioted through her.

He moved one hand down between her thighs, and stroked where she was wet and needy for him, pushing a finger deep inside her from behind as he continued to lick her. Suck her. Taste her.

She lost control of herself. Completely. And that was another new experience. Because she controlled everything. The way she breathed, the way she looked, every step she took.

She ground her hips against his mouth, sought more, and then he pushed a second finger within her and she let a raw cry escape her lips.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes.”

“You are a very bad girl, aren’t you?”

He had seen her. Seen the fear that lived in her. Was she wicked? He thought so. And he loved it. Reveled in it.

Made her like it, too.

It was so good. So good, it nearly hurt.

He growled that against her sensitized flesh, and she could only tremble in response.

He continued to lick her, and suddenly, it was like the whole world fell away.

And she along with it. She unraveled, as pleasure rolled through her like a wave.

Her internal muscles tightened around his fingers, and she had to grip his shoulders to keep from collapsing.

Dimly, she registered that he was still mostly dressed, while she was undone and naked before him.

She was about to say something, but he stood, bringing her over his shoulder like a caveman, one hand gripping her ass firmly, the other around her knees as he carried her through the penthouse and into the bedroom.

He threw her down onto the bed, and stood away from her as he began to undress.

And she just lay there, legs splayed, still wearing high heels, watching as he revealed his glorious body to her.

He undid his tie, the buttons on his shirt, his cuffs. And her mouth dried as he exposed the hard, heavy ridges of muscle that made up his chest, his abdomen.

His body was covered in course-looking golden hair, and she had to bite her lip to keep back her cry of desire as he took off his jacket, shirt, pants. As he revealed every bit of his body to her. His muscular thighs, and that thick, glorious member.

She’d already come once, but she was ready for more already.

He moved over to her, and grabbed the front of her underwear, pulling them down her legs, and off completely.

Then he returned to her, kissing her ankle, the inner part of her knee, running his tongue along her inner thigh before moving back to the heart of her, and pushing his tongue deep inside her.

Her hips bowed up off the bed, and she nearly screamed his name.

He moved up, to her breasts, taking one nipple deep inside his mouth and sucking hard.

If this was debauchery, then perhaps she had always been made for it.

But there were worse things, she supposed. Worse things than being debauched. Worse things than being wicked.

Worse things than knowing that every detail of tonight would linger in her mind forever and ever and ever.

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