Page 100 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

“Oh, I’m good for it.” There was no holding back my growl as she spread her lips to swallow me down one more time. “Way I’m feeling I could finish in your mouth, on your tits, and in your pussy before you need a nap.”

“We’ll see,” she said airily, kissing a meandering line up my length before she explored the crown of my cock. Then she sucked me inside her mouth.

“Fuck, Sherbet, you’re about to be made a fine mess of.”

She slid down almost to the base of me, squeezing the root just right to keep me hovering on the edge. With her other hand, she reached up to toy with my nipples, first one and then the other.

In no time, she was on the move south again, though this time she lifted my erection to dart underneath to lick my sac. The slippery slide of her tongue had me fisting the sheets and throwing back my head to drag in air. Even the repetitive clench of her hand around my thigh was making me quiver.

What was this woman doing to me? Not letting me come, that was what.

But I still had some tricks up my sleeve.

I leaned back on my elbow, doing my best imitation of an arrogant king being served, letting her do her worst to me while I threaded the fingers of my other hand through her cascading hair. I kept pushing it out of her face so I could see every movement—the suction of her cheeks, the way her lips stretched so obscenely around me, the slumberous expression in her amber eyes just before the shield of her lashes came down to block me.

“Reach down and show me how wet this is making you.”

She didn’t hesitate, just palmed herself. Her moan rippled along my shaft as I fisted my hand in her hair to make her keep her eyes directed on mine as she got herself off. I didn’t think she would, but she kept surprising me tonight.

I loved it. These new sides she was showing me were making me somehow even harder—especially when she painted her wetness down my abs.

“Jesus, Shelby.” I couldn’t get enough air and the throb at the base of my spine couldn’t be staved off. “Lick it up. Taste yourself like I’m going to taste you. Just lift you right up on my mouth.”

I kept expecting to reach the line of too far, but she complied without question. A brief flicker of indecision moved through her gaze. Then she shimmied up my body just enough to make a show of licking my stomach where she’d wet my skin, whimpering at her own taste and then going a step further, inching up to capture my mouth with her own. Before she could slip back, I slid my hands into her hair and pulled her down against me, fitting us together so perfectly that not groaning was impossible.

“I want you just like this.” I flexed my hips, notching my cock between her legs. Swallowing her moan, taking it inside me to fill up all the places that had been empty without her this past week. “Just you and me, just skin.”

There was no mistaking the momentary panic in her gaze. “I can’t.”

“I know.” I sucked on her lower lip, finally releasing it with a small pop. “I’m just greedy. I want all of you, Shelby. Everything you can give me.”

And every word was sterling truth. I wasn’t a guy who said anything for an orgasm. I could get myself off just fine. But this woman—this relationship—was unlike any I’d ever had before, and I wanted more.

“I’m on the pill but still.” She gestured wildly, and despite what we were talking about, I had to grin. “I’m fertile! Hello!”

I shrugged. “I’m okay with it.”

I was. There wasn’t even a maybe involved. I had no problem taking that chance because to me, it wasn’t bad in any possible way.

Good Lord, I’d turned into Bishop Stone when I wasn’t looking. And that made me grin wider while she stared at me as if I’d lost my marbles.

“We don’t have to. Or not now, anyway.” I slipped my hand between us and parted her damp thighs, realizing with amazement she was even wetter now. “It turns you on I have no interest in making reasonable plans?”

“A little. I don’t know how or why.” She closed her eyes as I stroked her swollen clit, her hips rising and falling as if she wasn’t even controlling her own body. “You do things to me, Dexter Shaw.”

“Right now, I’m making you come. If you’ll fucking cooperate.” When she opened her eyes and growled playfully, I grinned at her, absolutely delighted by her and by life. “Get up on my face.”

The second I maneuvered myself back into the pillows, she climbed up and situated herself near my shoulders.

Close but not close enough.

I dragged her into position and pressed my face against her cleft, drinking down the taste of her with short, fast swipes of my tongue. From behind, I teased that forbidden place between her ass cheeks with the dampened tip of my finger, testing us both with quick little bits of pressure. She arched her back and rode my mouth with abandon, reaching behind herself to hold my hand just where it was.

Surprising me once more.

I used the fingers of my other hand to pump in and out in time with the lashes of my tongue, losing myself in the squeeze of her thighs and her heavy, unsteady breaths.

“Dex…”

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