Page 66 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

I moved slowly and quietly across the room. I didn’t know why. I knew no one else was there. If Ford had security cameras, I was already fucked. When I stepped into the bathroom, something brightly colored in the shower caught my eye.

I stepped closer, trying to figure out what hot pink item would be in Ford’s shower. I tugged on the glass door. As it popped open, my breath caught. There was a sizable dildo suction cupped to the wall of the shower. If he’d left that in the shower, I had to be right about what was in the drawer.

Had Ford used the dildo this morning? Had he thought about me when he did? Jesus Christ. If he was that horny, he could have come to get me. I would gladly have taken care of him.

I could easily imagine him naked in the shower, hand braced on the wall, pushing back to take it inside, his other hand wrapped around his cock, furiously working himself. What I would give to watch that.

I stepped back from the shower and turned toward the vanity. I shouldn’t look, but I couldn’t help myself. Besides, could it really be worse than what I’d already seen?

I pulled the drawer open and made a strangled sound. It was filled with butt plugs and dildos in a range of sizes. One of the plugs even had a remote to control the level of vibration. Damn, Ford liked his toys. I wanted to use every single one of them on him.

A video I’d watched replayed in my head. A man was stretched out on the bed, naked. Another man knelt between his legs, working a thick dildo in and out of him as he sucked the reclined man’s cock. Suddenly I needed to do that to Ford so badly it made my knees weak.

Ford had challenged me, and I never stepped down from a challenge, even if it meant…. Could I do it? Could I take Ford’s cock in my mouth? Would I be any good at it? I couldn’t imagine being able to take him as deep as Ford had taken me, but I wanted to try.

I thought of the way he would squirm, the way he would beg with my mouth on him and one of the toys deep inside his ass. I knew exactly what we were going to do when Ford got home from knitting circle.

We needed to talk about things, like where our relationship was headed and what the hell was going to happen with the men who were after me. I wanted to know more about his grandparents before showing up at their home, but I wouldn’t be able to think about anything until I’d seen him with one of these toys deep inside him.

The more I stared at the array of options in the drawer, the more I wondered what they would feel like inside of me. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but Ford’s fingers in me had felt better than I could’ve imagined. Not all the toys in the drawer were intimidating in size. Maybe, eventually, I’d be ready to try one, but I had no idea how much longer this relationship with Ford going to last.

Ford had gotten what he wanted. He’d gotten me to admit that I liked fucking a man, that I loved being in bed with him. Once we were safe again, there wouldn’t be any reason for him to see me.

I was shocked by just how much I hated that idea. I wasn’t sure I could handle giving him up. But what could I do? I’d already learned he was an immovable force, no matter how much I wanted to pretend differently.

I tried to push those thoughts from my mind. I needed to enjoy what was happening right now. That had been the way I’d lived since my dad died, taking pleasure where I could get it and fighting my way to the top.

I remembered what Emily had said. There were parts of my life that sucked, and sometimes it was lonely, but did I really want to shake things up? Did I really want to take a risk?

All I knew for sure at that moment was that I wanted to see Ford stuffed with one of his toys. He was going to be mad as hell that I’d gone through his things, but I had a feeling I could make him come so hard he wouldn’t give a damn about it anymore.

I loved the way he could give himself totally over to pleasure. He was a completely different person in bed. He just let go. It was so fucking beautiful, and it made me feel things I didn’t want to feel.

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It seemed to take forever for Ford to return. By the time he got home, I’d almost given in and jerked off twice. I was so hard I didn’t know how I was going to hold back long enough to do what I wanted to do with him. Somehow I’d make it, though. It was just one more challenge.

I’d been pretending to work, but it was useless. All I could do was fantasize about the moment I had him exactly where I wanted him.

When I heard the back door open, I raced upstairs to his room and stripped down to a pair of boxer briefs.

I heard him call for me.

“I’m upstairs, come see me.”

“What are you doing?” He asked as he continued up the stairs to my room, so I called out to him. “Ford, I’m in here.”

When he turned, his eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

I’ll let my hand skim down my chest and over my hard, aching cock. “Waiting for you.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Are you really going to argue with me right now?” He looked like he was considering it. “Take your clothes off and lay on the bed.”

“Jay, I’m—”

“Do what I say.”

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