Page 48 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

Quinn leans in to kiss me again, and this time, it's more urgent, more passionate. His hands slip under my dress, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down my spine. I reach up to run my fingers through his hair, moaning softly as he presses his body closer to mine. His hands find the dark green lingerie I put on under my dress, and he smiles against my mouth.

"I want to make love to you," he whispers, his lips brushing against mine. "I want to show you how much I care about you. Tell me what you like."

"You," I sigh.

He lets out a throaty laugh and pulls back for just a moment to pull my dress off over my head, then he captures my face in his hands once again, kisses me hard, and touches the scalloped edges of the lace slip I brought just for this purpose.

"I'm flattered," he says. "But I'm asking you to tell me what you like, Madison. What makes you come? I'll do anything."

His thumbs trace circles around my nipples through the lace. I arch my back toward him and offer myself to him, feeling his cock prodding against my stomach through his pants.

"I like..." I trail off when he pulls my breasts up over the neckline of my slip and wraps his lips around my left nipple. "Oh God."

"Talk to me," he growls. "I want to hear that gorgeous voice."

"I like it when you're bossy," I breathe. "When you tell me I'm a good girl. I like...I like making you feel good."

He raises his head and meets my eyes with a heated gaze, pulling me in and grinding his hips against me. "You're already making me feel good, baby. Fuck...you feel how fucking hard I am for you?"

"Yes," I groan. "I want...I want to make you feel good, Quinn."

I drop to my knees before he can stop me, hurrying to unzip his jeans. I yank his pants down and find his cock, and then I take him as deep into my throat as he can.

"Oh, fuck, Madison..." he curses, with his hand in my hair.

I moan at the way he moves against me, the way he groans my name.

I'm getting a little lost in the sound of him, the flavor. He's everything I've ever wanted, more.

I love him, I love him, I love him—

"Look at me," he murmurs, pulling my mouth off him for a moment. "I need to look into your eyes, beautiful."

I look up and swallow him down again, willing my gag reflex to go away. Quinn's cock fills my mouth, and I run my hands up and down his length, squeezing his balls gently. His breath catches, fingers tightening in my hair, but I can't bring myself to stop. I want to feel him lose control.

"I'm close," he groans. "Oh, fuck...Madison...fuck, you have to stop."

I pull away, still stroking him slowly. "Was it bad?" I ask, barely able to form the words.

He helps me to my feet, his hands on my elbows. "Fuck no," he says with a rough laugh. "I just want to come inside you, baby. It was too good. Too good..."

He moves to capture my lips with his once again, and I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. I wrap my legs around his hip, and he presses me harder against the wall before lifting me up off the floor. I wrap both legs around him, and he smiles against my mouth before he carries me to the bed.

His eyes never leave mine as he sets me down on the edge of the bed, and he takes a moment to look at my body.

"You're so hot," he murmurs. "I want to see you come apart for me. Tell me what you like."

"I just want to make you happy," I whisper.

He reaches out to slip his fingers under the straps of my nightgown, and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. There's something thrilling about giving him permission to take control. He pulls the straps from my shoulders and then stands back to peel his shirt off and toss it to the floor, his pants coming off next.

"Seeing you wear this makes me happy," he says.

He kneels to get closer to me, crawls over me, and boxes me in.

"Kissing you makes me happy," he continues, pressing a kiss to the crook of my shoulder.

His hands trail down my sides, then he braces himself with his left arm as his right hand slides between my legs.

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