Page 41 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

His hand strokes over my ass, sending tantalizing tingles, and then he leads me backward into the center of the pod. It can hold up to twenty-five people, so it’s roomy.

Tommy takes out his cell phone.

“Are there cameras in here?” he asks. “All right. Good.”

He hangs up, looking at me with a truly savage, possessive glint in his eyes. He seems ready to own me completely, body and soul, every inch.

“I told myself I was going to be a gentleman today,” he snarls, “but you’re too damn tempting for that.”

I gasp in delight when his hand makes contact with my ass, a kiss of a spank that spreads a petal of lust across my body.

CHAPTERNINETEEN

Thomas

“Don’t move,” I tell her. “Make it look like we’re just holding each other, but don’t be shy with those moans, either. You sound perfect.”

I cradle her back with one hand, stroking tenderly. With the other, I spank her plump, thick ass. It’s so bloody sexy, the way it ripples each time I spank her, my eager woman with so much size, curves, and shades of her beauty. Some blokes don’t like the plus-size thing, and I’ve never had much of a preference. I was waiting for the one. Now she’s here. I’m so happy she has all this juiciness.

“Stick your ass out just a bit.”

“Like this?” she moans in her beautiful American accent.

Arching her back, she moves her hips so her sweet ass sticks out, giving me the best angle. I want to tear off her clothes and reveal her naked skin. That way, when I spank her gorgeous ass, I can watch it turn red for me,justfor me. Bloody hell, I’m almost losing control.

“What’s wrong?” she asks when I move my hand away. “Is it… me?”

“Why would it be you?” I say fiercely.

She lowers her gaze, suddenly shy. “It’s nothing.”

I touch her chin, meeting her eye. “It’s something. Tell me.”

“Just, uh, well, am I being tooenthusiastic?”

The base of my cock aches. I swear my tip is on fire, burning with the precome leaking out of me. The savage within is trying to get my length as slick as possible to prepare her young virgin slit. Even thoughts like that break me down as I imagine her tight hole hugging me wetly.

“You never have to worry about that,” I growl. “Your moans, how much you bloody love getting spanked… It’s perfect.You’reperfect.”

We kiss passionately, my hand returning to her ass, massaging.

“But we have to be careful. We don’t want to be seen.”

She turns in my arms, standing on her tiptoes to rub that sweet ass against the outside of my trousers. I get the point, kneeling slightly as we gaze over the sun-kissed city of London together.

“Well, I’m just enjoying the sights,” she says, looking over her shoulder, wide-eyed and spirited.

I groan as her thickness rubs against my dick. How did we get here? But I never have to ask that. We’re always on the edge, always ready to claim each other.

For life. Does she want it too?Forever, Ami?

I touch her hips, my mind stripping away her clothes, and mine too, so that it’s like she’s rubbing her naked ass against my rock-hard dick.

“Me too,” I say, staring down at her ass, “but I’m not taking in much of the city.”

She giggles, shifting slightly. “Me neither.”

“What you said about enthusiasm… You never have to feel bad about that or question it. You’re following your instincts.”

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