Page 25 of Fake Marriage with the Billionaire

“Do I?” He took a moment and set his glass down on the coffee table, then stepped right back to her face. “Walk away then. I dare you.”

She stiffened and for a moment, she thought about calling his bluff and walking out of the den. She didn’t, however. She stood her ground and watched as his smile turned devilish. He reached down, his hand touching the warm bare skin of her thighs.

“You are quite the little brat, aren’t you?” he whispered. “You could use some taming.”

His hand moved up her thigh to the hem of her dress, then under, sweeping around to her backside. He handled her with his rough hands, holding her to him, his fingers over the smooth, satin fabric of her panties.

“You think you can just get away with everything,” she said, but all the bite had gone out of her voice. She wanted him to rip her clothes off her.

“Lift up your dress,” he whispered. She obeyed, lifting her dress and he glanced down. Soft pink panties, just like he’d guessed.

“Take them off,” he said.

“And if I don’t?” she said with raised eyebrows.

“Then I’ll rip them off myself,” he said. She bit her tongue. The urge to dare him to do it right on the tip of her lips.

Instead, she reached down and pulled her panties down until they fell to the floor. He moved his hand around to the soft down of her pubis, running his fingers through the light trim of the curly hair down below.

“Open your legs for me,” he purred. She obeyed, sliding one leg slightly to the right. He moved his hand down, slipping his fingers to her her clit. She gasped gently, then bit her bottom lip to stifle it quickly.

“We’re alone here,” he said as he rubbed her back and forth. “No one to hear you scream.”

He moved his fingers around, gently flicking her sensitive button. She said breathlessly. “I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction.”

He chuckled. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”

He stepped away from her and she nearly stumbled. With red and flushed cheeks, she looked at him, lustfully. Waiting on his command. “Have a seat on the edge of the coffee table.”

She glanced over at it, then started to adjust her dress. “I didn’t tell you to do that,” he said. “Keep it up.”

She walked over to the coffee table and sat down, her legs crossed daintily. He smiled, then walked over to her and put his hands on her knees, spreading her legs apart.

“I don’t think so,” he said as he knelt down before her. He continued to finger her and she leaned back, turning her hips up to him. She moaned a little as she covered her mouth, determined to defy him even now.

He lowered his head between her thighs and she felt his warm tongue caress her as he continued to work his fingers inside her. He grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her to him as he licked her passionately, sucking on her and rolling his tongue over the inner folds of her sex. Her stifled moans were starting to break through until she couldn’t hold back. He heard her raspy moan escape her as her thighs started to shake against the sides of his face. He felt her hands running through his hair and her hips start to move with his tongue.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Oh, right there…right there…”

He sped up his pace and she matched him, her body starting to shiver with the coming climax. She was moaning now with complete abandon, her mission to keep her sounds of passion from him failing her. He held her thighs tight as she got closer, her moans turning into gasping shudders.

“I’m coming,” she gasped. “Oh, yeah…I’m…I’m coming…”

With a near thunderous stream of swearing she came, her body jerking upwards as her back arched. She had a fistful of his hair in his hands and her thighs were testing his strength, but he kept up his assault. After a long round of her body shivering, she pushed him away. “S-stop,” she said. “Stop, stop, stop…”

He released her and she laid back on the coffee table, partially exposed, her legs still shaking. “Oh, my God,” she said with her hand on her forehead.

This was a bad idea. It was all she could think as she lay there, exposed. She sat up and pulled her legs together and straightened out her dress. Her face flushed and red, she got up and grabbed her underwear from the floor, slipping them back on in a mad rush.

“I should go,” she said without looking at him.

He watched her for a moment, then went to the drinking tray for another glass of scotch. “I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then.”

She didn’t have a response to that. She looked at the back of his head for a moment, more embarrassed that once again, he’d managed to get the best of him. Then she grabbed the binder and left.

Once she was outside in her car, she took a deep breath to calm herself. She was going to have to find a way to stay out of the draw of temptation to him. She didn’t know what it was about him. She didn’t even really like Richard.

But she was drawn to him. There was no denying that. Even sitting there, in her car looking up at his grand house, she thought that this might be more trouble than she had been betting on.

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