Page 108 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

“Hi.” I tilted my head, looking my fill at her sumptuous curves. She didn’t have a ton of them, but the ones she had were choice. “I’m really onboard with that heated floor we talked about, by the way. My shampoo is making me think of winter and that would be really nice.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Your mind is a wild and wonderful place. How do you feel about a towel-warming rack too, in keeping with the theme?”

“Can I bend you over this warming rack? Then yes.”

When she only grinned up at me, I gripped her elbows and lifted her into the shower, delighting myself with her squeal even as my back protested.

“Mmm,” she murmured, “you smell good. Manly. Is that. . .” She grabbed the green bar of soap and took a large sniff as I set her on her feet. “Eucalyptus. My favorite.”

Before I could comment, she slathered the soap over her generous breasts, her heavy lashes coming down as she released a sigh of pure pleasure. “Stop watching me and get washing. Berry will be back in with Bob in no time and I’m already thinking I should be watching her out back.”

“She’ll be fine. Wow, you’re letting her take him out on her own?”

“Yeah. I need to chill out. Not like this is a dangerous neighborhood and the road isn’t even that close.” She bit her lip as she put the soap back on the shelf. “And I’m a little bit addicted to you. Not sure if I can tackle my day without one more taste.”

Joy rolled through me in one continuous wave, and for a minute, I forgot to focus on the pain knotting my back. “Only one?”

“No. As many as I can get while that door’s locked.” She leaned up on her tiptoes, locking her arms around my neck while she pressed her hard nipples into my chest. “I called into work too,” she added. “Well, I told them I’m working,” she kissed my neck, “off,” more kisses across my shoulder, “the premises today.”

“Good. I’d like to work you off the premises.” I slipped my hand over her breasts and then over her curvy backside, slipping in the suds on my way to slide between her legs. She was already wet for me, but when I tried to urge her upward, to climb onto my hips so I could back her into the shower wall, she merely dug her fingers into my lower back.

I moaned for a whole different reason as she kneaded my tight muscles.

“Nope, not even doing that. You need to relax and feel better.”

“I will feel better if you—Jesus, woman, do you have magic hands or what?”

She merely gave me a secret smile before she dropped down to her knees before me. “A magic mouth too,” she said silkily a moment before she rimmed my cock with her tongue. She sucked me down as I squeezed my eyes shut and braced my fists on the tiled wall above her head.

Her mouth was like heaven, distracting me from my pain and all the thoughts swirling through my head.

Isis’s odd behavior, my dad, work.

All the problems simply disappeared under her focused attention as she drew strongly on me and cupped my sac, teasing out my groan. I was helpless against my need to thrust into her mouth, and she encouraged me, meeting my gaze with every stroke. Squeezing me just right that I didn’t go off but I was so damn close. She knew it, playing me expertly.

She eased back, whispering my name. “Look at me, baby.”

While I marveled at her use of the endearment, she cupped her arm under her tits, offering me a visual I couldn’t look away from. I tried not to push her. Tried not to be rough as I wove my fingers through her hair, but she’d resumed sucking me so strongly, she tempted my darker urges out of their hiding place.

And when I pulled harder, she moaned, the sound moving along my length and shoving me up to the edge then over it. She swallowed and swallowed and then she shifted back, letting some drip from her mouth onto her breasts.

Her unbelievably beautiful breasts.

While I was still gasping for air, she stood and kissed me dead on the mouth, letting me taste myself on her plump lips. Between us, she dipped her fingers between her legs.

“I could get myself off just from that. It excites me to excite you,” she confessed, dropping her forehead to my shoulder. “I’m just not used to touching myself.”

“We’ll figure it out.” My fingers tangled with hers on her pussy and I caught her mouth to swallow her moans as we kissed.

The dirty, erotic kiss, flavored with what she’d given me, stretched and lingered until I was nudging her back against the tiles and driving my fingers into her, deep and hard.

“Mine,” I murmured, dragging my teeth over her full lower lip. “I want you to be mine.” She was already nodding, her hips rising and falling in response to my touch, her needy whimpers inflaming me until I wasn’t even sure what all I’d said.

“Yes.Yes, I want to be yours,” she panted back, her expression dazed as if she didn’t even know what she was agreeing to.

“Come for me, Shelby. Come foryou.”

That was what sent her flying. Her eyes opened and locked on mine and the relief and pleasure I saw twined there made me want to haul her up so I could plow into her, despite my back.

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