Page 18 of Owned By a Billionaire

Alice seemed to avoid me, which was unusual, given how she’d taken me into her confidence. Had she noticed me flirting with Harry? Was I that transparent?

I stepped outside for some air, since the champagne had made me a little lightheaded.

“Ah, there you are,” I heard someone say behind me.

When I turned, Gregory, looking all cocky and irresistibly gorgeous, splayed his hands. “Why are you avoiding me? I’ve called you so often with barely a reply.”

Under the garden lamplight, he looked his age, which did little to assuage the desire he aroused in me.

“I’ve been busy.” I cast my attention to the thick trunk of the willow, lit up by a colored light.

He touched my hand, and tingles traveled to my nipples. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Caroline. I’ve been with a lot of women, but none have taken up residence in my dick.”

I rolled my eyes even though my body didn’t seem to mind, judging from the spark firing up in my panties. His dick had taken possession of my fantasies, too, but he would never know that.

I couldn’t allow myself to fall for a married man like Gregory. I knew how people gossiped, and just being at that orgy had potentially savaged my reputation.

“What do I have to do?” he asked, looking desperate.

“Um… not be married.” I forced a smile.

“Let’s see where this goes. I’ll wash the dishes.”

I laughed. “Why would you say that?”

“I’ll leave her. It’s a sham marriage. I’m just the bait. I draw women for her.”

I shook my head. How did I allow myself into such a salacious triangle? “I would never do that. I’m not attracted to women. Not that I have anything against people into their own sex. Each to their own. But I’m probably a little too conservative to experiment.”

His mouth curled at one end. “I wouldn’t describe you as conservative, just young and deliciously responsive.”

I refrained from commenting, mainly because he made my heart race.

“I felt you.” He touched my hand. “You were charged. Highly erotic. We matched. In every way.”

Yes. I came like never before.

I wasn’t about to admit that. Especially with him so close.

“You would leave your wife for another night with me?” I asked.

“Well, I’d never be able to stop at one night.” He gave me a boyish grin.

I wanted to slap him for weakening not only my knees but also my resolve to keep myself clean for that rich, powerful man I’d set my sights on marrying, despite him not having a name or face. Yet.

I thought of Rey promising to deliver me Harry Lovechilde.

But how?

Gregory led me by the hand to a hidden part of the garden, where, without even a bit of resistance, I fell into his arms. Our lips crushed together in a passionate kiss.

Tongues tangled as his body pressed against mine, the bulge against my stomach promising the release my body suddenly craved.

If I let myself, I could become addicted to this man. Drugs I could reject easily enough, but declining sex with a man like Gregory required the strength of Hercules.

Helpless to stop the fire his passion ignited, I surrendered to his hungry gropes as he smothered my breasts. He breathed heavily and almost grunted as he fondled me before turning me around. I poked out my bum so it rubbed against his cock.

He leaned in against me, and his rough breath tickled my ear. “You’re a hot fucking temptress.”

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