Page 16 of Playboy Billionaire's Secret Baby

“You will be back, won’t you?” I ask her quietly. “If you’re working here now.”

“I might be.” She shrugs. “But a lot of variables come into play. My boss, my… life back at home in England, if I’m wanted…”

I crash my lips to hers. I simply can’t keep away any longer, and I kiss her frantically. Desire bursts like lava, spilling out and spreading all over my body, pushing any other thoughts out of my mind. Lexi might not seem certain, but then she knows about my reputation, just like everyone else. How can she be sure how serious I am. I can show it with my actions, right?

With Lexi I really might be serious and more sure than I have ever been. With her in my arms, I’m utterly certain…even if this only becomes an exciting long-term affair more than anything that has come before. If so, I’m all in.

Lexi’s kisses my whole body, and flames lick all over my skin. She responds excitedly, wrapping her leg over mine and drawing me closer. The heat burning off her body makes my chest burn, and my heart thunder like crazy. Fuck, she’s smoking hot. Ican’tget enough of her. I want to keep her in my bed, always.

Lexi rolls on top of me, grinding her hips back and forth against me. Since we’re both already naked, I can feel all of her - every inch of her lovely body. My fingers dig into her hips because I really don’t want to let her go. I can’t bear it.

Lexi flicks her wavy brunette hair back over her shoulders as she pushes herself up into a sitting position, straddling me. Her piercing green eyes lock onto mine as she bites her bottom lip. Playfully, her hands slide down her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. The wet pool of desire between her thighs is absolutely electrifying.

“I want you,” I just about manage to burst out as she runs her fingers through her wisp of pubic hair toward her core. “I need you, Lexi. Stop teasing me like this.”

I don’t know what part of me thought that I could walk away without being addicted to Lexi again, but I was wrong. So very wrong. I definitely won’t be able to stop thinking about her now. Maybe not ever, considering the hold she has on me.

Eventually, she grabs me gently and strokes my rock hard cock. The moans of desire rolling off of her tongue are nothing compared to the animalistic growls I’m making. Just the sensation of her soft fingertips brushing against me almost tips me right over the edge into an oblivion of pleasure. I really can’t control myself around this beauty. But then she makes it worse by bringing those luscious lips of hers so close to mine.

“Oh fuck,” I mutter as hot streams of air tickle along my length. “Shit, Lexi.”

My back arches and I almost roll my hips to push me inside her mouth. I do what I can to be patient. I can’t stand being teased when on the edge, but I know the reward is worth it. If I can just about manage to keep it together, what comes after will make up for it. Especially with Lexi because she seems to know just what to do.

Eventually her lips meet my tip, ever so slightly. It’s more like a chaste kiss than anything else, but that’s enough to have my hips bucking like crazy. Is this still her teasing me, or is Lexi trying to work out what I like? Because fuck, if that’s what she needs to know, then I can tell her as much. I need the wet heat of her mouth wrapped around me, drinking me in.

The kisses run up and down my shaft, with her tongue flickering every so often. It’s like little lightning bolts of pleasure shooting to the base of my spine, electrifying me all over.

By the time she parts her lips and envelops all of me, taking me all the way to the back of her throat, every part of me is tense. The sensation of Lexi’s tongue swirling around me, lapping up every part of me, is too much. The tremor of desire builds at my base and starts to work its way to my tip. Everything she’s doing to me is all consuming.

“Fucking hell, Lexi,” I cry out as she continues to drag her lips up and down. “I need you, I need to fuck you. I want you, I need all of you.”

Much as I love the sensation of her lips, I know that she’s leaving, and we won’t get the chance to touch each other again - maybe not for a very long time, maybe not ever. I crave being deep within her, so I will have more memories to keep me going.

It takes her a couple of moments because she seems to really be enjoying tasting me, but eventually Lexi pulls her lips away. But I’m not alone for long; she straddles across me and lowers herself onto me, taking all of me in.

“Fuck!” I cry out primal as my hips buck, fucking her right back. “Fuck, Lexi.”

She presses her hand to my chest as she rocks back and forth, lightly at first, but as the passion grips hold of her, she picks up the speed and thrust. Lexi tosses her head back in ecstasy, crying out happily, as she fucks me hard and fast.

But I can’t hold back. I can’t just lie here. I need to touch her and feel her. I need to hold onto her. So I sit up and wrap my arms around her, thrusting just as powerfully as she is. As the tremor of pleasure starts to curl my toes and work its way through my veins, Lexi’s walls contract around me, clamping me hard, making it even harder for me to hold myself together. By the time she tips me over the edge and I explore in bliss, I can feel Lexi’s falling apart as well. As the orgasm rips through both of us, shattering us both into a million pieces, leaving us a burning hot pool of pleasure as we collapse on the sheets together.

I keep hold of Lexi’s hand as we gasp and try to catch our breaths while basking in gorgeous post-orgasmic bliss. I don’t want to let her go just yet - and not just right now - not just at this moment so she can get on the plane and return to the UK. In fact, not at all.

“Hey, before you go, are you going to give me your cell phone number?”

Lexi turns to face me with confusion in her eyes. “You want my number?”

I nod. “Sure, then we can arrange for you to come and stay for another week. I can even send my private jet to pick you up. It will make the journey more pleasant, it’s really luxurious. It has everything you could possibly want…”

“Of course, you have a private jet,” she laughs nervously. “But I don’t know about that. I don’t think I should be riding on a private plane anywhere.”

I sit up a little straighter. “Why not? You don’t want to come?”

Her silence seems to last forever. It’s agonizing actually, especially because I can hear the clock ticking in the background, taunting me with every passing second.

“It’s not that I don’t want to come… it’s just that my life is crazy at the moment,” she finally responds, making my heart sink further. “I don’t think I have time for dating.”

God, that’s usually my excuse. That’s how I blow people off. It doesn’t feel great being on the receiving end of it. Especially when it’s someone I really like.

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