Page 58 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

I wasn’t foolish enough to be swayed by sweet words. Not anymore.

So, I shut him up with a hard kiss and just hung on when he lifted me into his arms and set me on the wide counter next to the double sinks. I locked my legs around his hips as one kiss quickly led to more, each one more desperate than the last. He palmed my breast, coaxing me with those erotic tugs on my nipples that had worked such magic last night. I arched against him, fitting his length against my already wet slit with a sureness that made us both groan.

“Let me get a condom, baby.”

I wrapped myself around him, arms and legs. “Take me with you. I don’t want any more delays.”

“Me either. Okay. Hang on.” He picked me up and carted me into the bedroom, not seeming to struggle at all from my weight.

He dumped me on the bed, making me giggle. Then he bent down to take out a condom from his wallet. With a quick, efficient movement, he rolled on the latex before he grabbed my foot and yanked me to the edge of the mattress.

He swallowed audibly. “We don’t have to do this, Sherbet. No matter what happened last night. We aren’t in any rush.” He let out a laugh. “In fact, I expressly told myself before the date we could not possibly do this. I wanted to prove to you I’m more than the manwhore I’m sure my friends have told you I am.”

“They didn’t—they wouldn’t—”

“Yes, they would and they did. It’s mostly harmless talk, but they’re worried about you with me. That I’d push my luck and take advantage when you’re not ready for that.”

“Yet you’re standing there hard enough to dent something and making sure I’m okay with this. When I literally told you to fuck me last night.”

“You’d been drinking—”

“There’s condoms in my purse, Dex. TJ put them there but I didn’t stop her. Because deep down, some part of me wanted to end up right here.” Deliberately, I lifted my heel onto his shoulder, spreading my legs wide enough there was no way he could miss how very ready I was at this moment.

Sure, maybe I was nervous, but not about him as much as myself. I didn’t trust myself in these scenarios. I worried I’d either make too much of something, or somehow even worse, that I’d run from a possibly good—maybe great—thing and tell myself it was smart because I was protecting myself.

And my little girl. Always my little girl.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked his fill. “I’m just saying this has weight, you know? Usually, it doesn’t. But you’re not just looking for a good time. And neither am I anymore.” He swallowed again and lifted his gaze to mine. “I want more.”

My heart started beating too fast so I did the only thing I could to bring this back down to a manageable level. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you talk too much.”

One corner of his lips lifted. “Noted.”

Then he bent to kiss me—but not my mouth. He aimed right between my legs, not hesitating to dive right in there one more time. Avidly. Hungrily. Making those appreciative noises that stoked the fire simmering in my belly and set it to blazing so much faster than last night.

He’d primed me now. Figured out the key to my lock and turned it, expertly. Nudging me up to the ledge where I trembled, begging to fall.

Until he thrust two fingers inside me and crooked them just right to make me come apart for him.

This time, there was no doubt I screamed. My aching throat told the tale. And I clung to that knowledge like a formerly repressed woman’s sexual trophy.

I could have multiple orgasms, dammit, and I could scream when I came.

He crawled up my body and kissed me with lips that tasted of me. I didn’t shy away from that either. I dragged my nails down his sculpted back to his taut ass, digging in to encourage him to get this show on the road. He got my message and hiked my legs up high, folding them into my chest until his face was close to mine.

Then he plunged into me with one deep-as-hell thrust that forced more sounds from my throat.

Possibly terror that I’d never walk right again. But mostly pleasure.

Sounds I didn’t recognize as my own left me as he began to sink in and out of me. He angled me upward, swiveling his hips to hit just right.

And oh God, he did. I felt suspended on the edge of orgasm again from just a few strokes.

His fever-bright emerald gaze settled on my face. “Go on. Do it. Get yourself off while I fuck you.”

I didn’t think. I just obeyed. Fumbled my hand down between us, my fingers too thick and clumsy to properly circle my clit at first. He sped up to match my frantic pace, sweat dripping down his temple as he went faster, then faster still.

I leaned up to lick his neck, making him groan until he caught my mouth with his own. Not what I’d wanted to swallow last night, but this salty bit of him worked right now.

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