Page 59 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

“What do you need? Do you want me to flip you over? Or you want to ride me?”

When I didn’t answer, so focused on the feel of him so big and demanding inside me, he gripped my chin and made me look at him. “You know what you like. Tell me.”

“I like this,” I began, though I already knew I wouldn’t come this way. But it didn’t always have to be about me. Except he wanted to know and I wanted to be honest.

“From behind,” I said. “Side by side.”

He pulled out of me so abruptly I nearly came just from the friction alone. He rolled me onto my side and lifted my leg, rubbing my clit with the heel of his hand until I was near consumed with grinding against his palm. It was dirty and frantic and my pussy was so swollen and wet that nearly anything would’ve sent me over at that moment.

He held my leg high and drove into me so silkily that I had to bury my face in the bedding. “There you go. Right there. Come on me. You can do it.” His coaxing, husky voice was my undoing.

The tidal wave he’d built inside me crashed over me. Inescapable. Endless. He filled me so deeply I couldn’t think beyond him or what he was doing to me.

Breaking me open, making me his.

I bit the cords of the forearm he’d braced on the mattress as he worked himself in and out of my clasping pussy. I was half on my side, half on my stomach, and he was still powering in and out of me, twisting my legs in a way I knew would hurt later on.

I didn’t care. I wanted the mania. Craved it.

His body went rigid, and I knew he was close. “Dex,” I whispered, reaching down to toy with my clit. He groaned as I squeezed him from within, rubbing my clit hard enough to nearly send me over one more time.

But that wasn’t what made me come again. It was when he pulled back, surging into me one last time and sinking deep with a sound dangerously close to victory.

I wrapped my arm around him behind me while he shook, hanging on as if I’d die if I let go. He said my name over and over against my hair as he finally found his release.

That sounded like victory too, my victory.

I didn’t fall asleep this time post-orgasm. Neither did he. We just rolled into yet another round, somehow forgetting that thing called a recovery period.

Apparently, his cock wasn’t only beautiful, it was built to last too.

Then he cuddled me in his arms, throwing the sheet over both of us and dragging my eye mask down from where it had fallen behind my head, barely clinging to my hair. He tugged it into place over my eyes, making me laugh. “Go to sleep.” He kissed the mask and my temple. “Time runs nigh.”

A shiver of unease worked its way up my spine. Sleepovers were fun, but morning always came eventually.

Just a few more minutes of sleep, I promised myself, then I’d go get my daughter.

THIRTEEN

The ringing phoneshot me upward, still half asleep. It wasn’t my phone. I didn’t recognize the ringtone.

But Shelby did.

She shoved my arm off her and sat up, tearing off her eye mask as if it offended her. Her eyes were bleary, her hair sticking up in all directions from the mask and from my hands.

We looked at each other. “Berry,” we said simultaneously, both racing off the bed in the direction of her purse on the floor just inside the door.

I reached her purse first because she got tangled in the sheet and fell on the floor. I yanked out her phone, recognizing it as a much older iPhone. I swiped to answer the call identified as Mom while Shelby glared at me from the other side of the bed. “Hello?”

“Hello,” a warm female voice replied. “I’m looking for Shelby.”

“Hi, Mrs. Wilde. I’m Dexter Shaw, your daughter’s…client,” I said when other words failed me.

Smart words. Words that didn’t make Shelby’s eyes turn into lasers capable of rendering me sterile with a mere flash.

“Give me my phone,” she said in a whispered yell. I hadn’t known such a thing existed until this very moment.

I held up a finger. Technically, she was right. I was wrong. Berry wasn’t my business. But I had to make sure she was okay.

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