Page 53 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

I moved toward her and squeezed her ass. “You are gorgeous. I want to kiss and touch and lick every part of you.”

She swallowed audibly then murmured, “Best get started then.”

“Take them off. Take everything off, Shelby. Let me look at you before I enjoy every inch.” I brushed a kiss over the freckles on her shoulder as I reached up to cup her breasts. “I’ve got this part.” I made quick work of the clasp and let the bra drop while I filled my hands with her cleavage, pinching the taut tips.

“You sure do.” She dipped her head to my shoulder as she started to shimmy out of her panties, doing her best to not disrupt what I was doing. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Let’s see.” Without warning, my hand slipped into the bikinis now stretched across the top of her thighs. I skimmed my fingertips over her slick cleft, smothering my groan in the thick tumble of her hair, now half up and half down. The rich vanilla scent of her shampoo hijacked my senses as her wetness soaked my fingers and the quick pulse of her clit made me want to delve deeper.

Completely without finesse, I touched her eagerly, slipping in all that she’d made for me while I used my other hand to twist her nipple. I wasn’t gentle. Almost immediately, I was rewarded with harder pulses of her clit. Every bit of her was swelling and tightening around my fingers as I pushed them inside, stretching the panties around my hand until the rip of the seams spurred me on.

I shifted and pulled her back against me so I could grip her pussy hard, squeezing and fingering her until she gasped and turned her head to fuse our mouths together. Her moans spilled into my mouth as I scissored two fingers inside her, going so deep that her thighs trembled.

“I’m—I can’t.” She wavered on her feet. “I’m close.”

“Don’t hold back on me. Do you hear that?” I sucked her lower lip between my teeth as my fingers created the most wonderful wet noises while they worked her into a frenzy. Every time her knees weakened, and I had to release her breast to hold her up, my dick reared against my zipper. Against the soft fullness of her ass in her loosened panties, barely hanging on to her curves.

“God, don’t stop. Please.” She kissed me harder, almost desperately. Impatient with herself. Frustration leaked from her pores as she ground herself into my hand, her movements jerky.

Instead of speeding up, I slowed my fingers down, circling her clit with light touches as I circled my cock against her ass. Almost immediately, she dropped her head to my shoulder and her breathing eased before picking up again as she rocked against me. “Yes. That. That.” She widened her stance, rolling her hips until I got the message to slip inside her again. One finger, then two while I kissed the side of her neck.

“Is that what you need? Tell me. Tell me what you do when you’re alone.”

“Nothing.” She let out a pained laugh then reached down to lace her fingers with mine in her panties, guiding me as if we were partners in her orgasm. “There. Slow. Inside. Oh, God. So good. Dex.” She gasped my name again and again and then I switched things up, yanking my hand out of her panties to rub my fingers over her lips.

“Open. Taste yourself as I’m going to.”

She licked at my fingers, drawing them in as her eyelids closed. Then I turned her, nudging her toward the bed. I gave her a light push and she dropped to the mattress, kicking off the torn panties with irritation.

“I’m sorry,” she said miserably as I kneeled between her legs.

“Shh. We have all the time in the world.” I kissed one kneecap and then the other until she got the message and widened her legs. I shrugged off my jacket and pulled off my bowtie, tossing them on the bed beside her. When I rolled up my sleeves, she giggled helplessly and leaned back on her hands, her relaxed pose stretching tight every muscle in my body. “You’re very distracting.”

“You’re not. Why do you get to stay dressed while I’m as naked as a jaybird?”

“Because I’m in charge until you say otherwise. And I like the view.”

I took in the details. I wouldn’t rush. Rushing was the exact opposite of what she needed.

I kissed my way up her inner thigh, swallowing a groan at the neatly trimmed hair above her swollen pussy.

Had she thought we might end up here, even if she’d never admit it?

She was still so wet, and I ached for a taste. I skimmed her puffy lower lips with my thumb and leaned in to trace my tongue around the heart of her, dipping inside when her breath caught. Doing it again and again as she flattened her hands on the comforter, throwing back her head to draw in air.

I used my fingers and my tongue and even my teeth for an unexpected nip now and then. Her clit was pulsing again, and I used every trick in my arsenal to slow things down, to gentle the pump of my fingers as I rested my forehead against her mound and lightly breathed against her. I sucked the glistening pearl of her clit between my lips, hard and harder still while the pace of my fingers remained easy.

Her wetness pooled and there was no way for me to catch all of it even as she brought her legs up to brace her heels on the edge of the mattress. She lifted into my strokes, dragging me up and right into the cradle of her body as she locked her mouth onto mine.

“Fuck me. Please.” Her pupils were blown out, her expression glazed with need. “I need you to fill me. Condoms are in my purse.” She reared up in bed and fisted my hair. My cock throbbed against the thin material separating us. “Where’s my purse?”

“You dropped it by the door. But I have my own.”

“Of course you do.”

I fumbled my wallet out of my pocket and reached for the condom tucked in the second slot. “I didn’t have any until today. I’d been out for a damn long time.” I kissed her hard, silencing her next comment. “If you’re mad I wanted to be careful just in case—”

“I’m not mad at anything.” She smiled and my heart turned over in my chest as she brushed my hair away from my forehead. “I’m feeling pretty damn charitable at the moment.”

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