Page 113 of Billionaire Romance

She blinks, confused. “What?”

“I don’t care that you have secrets. Everybody has a past, Sinclair. If you don’t want to ever speak about yours again, that’s fine. It’s in the past, where it can’t hurt us.” I reach for her hand once more, and she lets me take it. Lets me bring her hand to my lips and kiss each finger, one by one. “Keep your mystery if you want,” I murmur.

“But… you don’t care that I’m keeping secrets from you?” She tilts her head, bewildered, as if she’s never considered this possibility.

Gently, I tug on her arm, drawing her forward across the table. I lean in and kiss her softly, my lips lingering, my fingers tracing the edge of her jawline. “Whatever you’re keeping to yourself doesn’t concern me. Sinclair, you’ve already shown me more of your inner mind, your heart and your desires, than most people ever allow. I already have all the parts of you I want.”

For a long breath, she doesn’t move. She just stares into my eyes, those baby blues of hers so wide I can almost see myself in the reflection. And then she breaks out into the kind of smile that takes my breath away, and kisses me again, harder. “So if you own this place…” She glances down at the table. “Can we just put this bill on your tab?”

I laugh. “They’ll bill it to my room, yes.”

Her smile widens. “Good.” She stands and yanks me to my feet, plenty willingly. “Because I need to see you in my room, Mr. Helmtree. Right now.”

* * *

Sinclair’s room is one of the smaller suites. Just a bed and a single breakfast table on a patio overlooking the sea. She doesn’t seem to mind. She flings open the door and I slam it behind us, pinning her against it as I kiss her, inhaling her like I drug I’ve been craving for weeks.

Because she is.

Her lips part beneath mine, and I slide my hands up her curves, pulling her top off. I let it fall beside us, and she does the same to my shirt, drawing it up and off my head.

We take our time.

I kiss my way over every inch of her body, with her pinned against the door. Then she surprises me, pulling me toward the bed and pushing me down onto it so she can climb on top of me and return the favor. The feeling of her lithe, soft body lying on top of mine, and her soft, hot lips exploring my abs, my groin, along the waist of my jeans, it’s almost more than I can bear. When her hand finally grazes the hard bulge in my pants, I stop her, catching her wrists with one hand while I unbuckle my jeans with the other.

I push them off, and my cock springs free, hard and at attention. She immediately wraps her hands around the base, like she’s been craving this as much as I have. And when she lowers her head to run her tongue slowly from the base, all the way along the shaft to the tip, I have to inhale sharply just to control myself.

“Have you ever done this before?” I ask her softly.

She looks up at me with that deadly sweet smile of hers and shakes her head.

“We’ll go slow,” I promise, and with both hands, I guide her face back down. She’s a fast learner. She licks her way all over my shaft, until it’s glistening wet from the heat of her mouth. Then she plants her lips against my soft tip, and I gently pull her head closer, until my cock parts her lips and slides into her mouth. She moans a little, the sound muffled by my cock, and the vibrations send a hot pulse of desire straight to my dick.

“That’s it, good girl. Right there…”

I inhale through gritted teeth as she stops, backs up, and then slides back down my length, her lips clamped tightly around my shaft, adding to the sensation. “God you have the hottest mouth,” I murmur.

She moans again in agreement, and another rush of pleasure spreads through me. Eventually we find a rhythm, my hands buried in her red, red hair, guiding her up and down as her mouth bobs along my cock.

“Use your tongue,” I tell her, and she does, pressing it up against the underside of my cock, swirling it around the head every time I pull out of her mouth. It doesn’t take long before the pressure in me builds, right up to an edge.

But I’m not ready to end things just yet. We’re only just getting started.

So I stop her, gently, and pull out of her mouth, before I flip her over beneath me on the bed. “Not yet, Sinclair,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her neck. “We have a long, long day ahead of us…”

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