Page 4 of The Damaged Billionaire

“Well, the night is still young, and I have a room upstairs…” I put it out there more directly, sitting forward slightly, our faces now closer, and I see her smile at my suggestion.

“And what shall we do in this room of yours?” I feel her breath run across my lips, and it takes every ounce of will I have to not kiss her. God, she is something.

“We could grab dinner,” I suggest with a cheeky smile. She lets out a light, airy laugh, but then straightens her expression. She likes playing this game just as much as I do.

“Hmmmm, what shall we order?” she asks, but it’s merely a whisper. I run my hand around to the front of her neck and strum her throat with my thumb, feeling her racing pulse.

Turning my head, I position my lips near her ear. “For the appetizer, I want you to put those glorious legs around my head so I can lick your pussy.”

She gasps, her hands moving to my knees as she moves another inch toward me. It’s all the welcome I need to continue when she hums, “Mm-hmm.”

“For the entrée, I want you on your knees so I can feed you my cock.” Her fingers dig into my thighs at that, and she nods for me to keep going. “Then for the main, I am going to pull you onto my lap so you can bounce your perfect tits in my face.” I pause as I swear I hear a moan rumbling in her chest, but I’m not done yet. “While I don’t normally have a sweet tooth, I know tonight I’ll need more of you to satisfy my craving. When you’re all messy and sated, I plan to palm your perfect ass, lift you onto my body, and fuck you in the shower as I work to get you clean. Or even dirtier. I’ll leave that up to you.”

I pull back a little and look at her, her lips right in front of mine. She remains quiet now, her expression lax and unreadable, and I raise an eyebrow, wondering if I pushed her too far.

“Answer me one question,” she whispers, and I don't miss the feeling of her hand as it travels higher up my thigh, resting so close to my rock-hard length that it makes my own breath catch this time. I clench my teeth, giving her a silent nod.

“Will there be seconds?”

CHAPTER THREE - WILLOW

We barely make it inside the room before we’re on each other like it’s our last day on earth. The elevator ride up was filled with so much tension, I’m not sure how we even made it down the hall. I thought I’d combust with just his hand holding mine.

As he pushes me against the wall, my back arches into him immediately, my body like a magnet that’s already seeking out more of his touch. He kicks the door closed, then cups my face in his hands as his lips finally find mine. We openly devour each other—lips, tongue, pants, nips—as we share moans and groans like they’re our next breaths. We are a tangle of tongues and limbs, frantic for each other, moving at a pace I’ve never known.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he growls, his hands now everywhere. They explore up and down my body, scorching me with need.

“Off, off. Get your clothes off,” I almost demand, my hands pushing at the jacket he has on, trying to get it off his broad shoulders. He grips his lapels and rips his suit jacket from his body, then throws it across the room. But it’s not just any room. It’s the penthouse. The best room in this swanky hotel and bigger than my entire house back home. But I have little time to look around as I start to kick off my shoes.

“Keep them on,” he tells me quickly, and I smile. Holy hell, he is so handsome. His face almost looks feral, his desire for me so strong that my knees nearly buckle from one look.

Stepping forward, he pushes his body against mine, his lips slamming into me again. I whimper into his mouth, my body turning liquid as he pushes his erection against my pelvis. God, he is big too. How is it possible? So far, he is a perfect ten. Good-looking, smart, masculine, and can hold a conversation. This is definitely my lucky night.

I reach forward with eager hands and start to unbutton his shirt. I’m desperate to discover what is underneath, and my fingers fumble with the speed. His hands leave my hips, and he grabs his collar, ripping his shirt from his body, causing buttons to go flying across the room.

That is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself as my eyes rest on his bare torso. I am reasonably confident that his body is either contoured by a professional makeup artist or fake in some other way. It’s just too damn perfect. He smirks, letting me know he heard my admiration before he lowers down my body.

His mouth trails from my neck, down to my chest, his hands gripping my breasts. Something about his touch is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. It’s so strong and sure, but just gentle enough to keep me craving more. As my body heats, my heart races, and I can’t actually believe any of this is happening. My hands run across his bare chest and up his neck, wanting to feel all of him, but then this gorgeous, half-naked man falls to his knees before me.

“I’m fucking starving,” he mumbles as his hands slowly push my dress up my thighs, and I squirm a little already at the friction, my underwear soaking.

“Time for the appetizer?” I breathe out, playing this teasing game we have going all too well. I have never felt as sexy in my life as I do right now.

“You have great fucking legs,” he says, running his palms up my legs to my hips and rolling my dress at my waist. His compliments keep coming, and I feel like I am having an out-of-body experience. It all feels too good, and we haven’t even really gotten started yet.

“I am keeping these.” He grabs my lace underwear, pulling them down my legs slowly, like I will break. And I might if he keeps this slowed pace from where we started.

“They are La Perla…” I am not sure why I tell him my underwear brand, maybe because they weren’t cheap enough to be giving away, but he smirks as he pockets them. His hands are instantly back on my legs, caressing my skin like he can’t not touch me.

“Goddamn perfect,” he says huskily as his gaze zeroes in on the part of me he just unwrapped like a present. The way he’s looking at me, the barest part of me, is so intimate, but I revel in it. Goosebumps of anticipation cover my skin as he grabs one of my legs, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, and I find myself relaxing against the wall, ready for whatever he’s about to do to me.

We haven’t even made it two steps inside the room. We are still in the foyer of his penthouse, and I am opening myself to him, a complete stranger. This is so far out of my ordinary persona, I might as well be on Mars.

He presses kisses up my inner thigh and my breath quickens all over again. His large hand holds my upper thigh before slowly moving to my ass and gripping tightly, just as his mouth hits my center.

“Ohhhh,” I moan at the contact, my hips jolting forward, but he holds me still. It has been so long since I have had a man’s mouth on me, I almost forgot what it felt like. My fingers dig into his scalp, keeping him there, and he groans against me.

---