Page 34 of The Billionaire Is Back

Then I pull down my boxer briefs, my cock springing free. I’m back in bed. I open the drawer of the bedside table and pull out the lotion I picked up when I was buying groceries. I squeeze my eyes shut. And now I’m back in the bakery kitchen, after closing time, with Claire.

Her blonde hair is up in a ponytail, and her skin glistens all over—but not from sweat. She’s covered in melted butter. Why? It’s my fantasy—who cares? The front of the apron saysIamthe secret ingredient.Claire ignores me as she places a large bowl of pink decorating sugar—something I saw in one of her neatly labeled bins—on the big table at the center of the kitchen. I’m leaning against the counter opposite her, rolling up my sleeves.My cock is straining against my pants. She sashays around the corner of the table, glances up at me, smirking. And then she slowly turns her back to me, leaning forward to grip the edge of the table.

Her bare ass cheeks are round and glorious and slick with butter. I am painfully erect as I close the distance between us, trying to play it cool, but I stroke that glossy skin without hesitation. Gliding my palms down from the sides of her waist, over her ample hips, and around to the front of her thighs. When I reach between her legs, she straightens her arms, pushing up against the table as she presses her sweet ass up against the hard length of my erection.

Little minx.

“Set it free, Mr. Barber,”she says in a husky voice.“What are you waiting for?”

And I do. I unzip my pants and pull my cock out, caressing the silky, warm flesh of each cheek with the aching tip. She gasps and trembles. I spread the precum around, polishing her already glossy skin with it. And then I let my cock rest in the inviting space between her plump cheeks. She clenches around me. Wiggles around, innocent but so devious. She’s driving me crazy in ways I never dared imagine she could.

“Claire… Fuck…”

“Who, me? You don’t want to fuckme, do you, Grady? I’m just your best friend’s weird little sister.”

She angles herself forward so the tip of my cock can find its way to the entrance of her warm, slippery center.

I groan.“Not here, Little Sweeney. Not now.”

“Bo-ring!”she taunts.

I wrap her ponytail around one fist, reach around her, flatten the palm of my other greased-up hand into the bowl of pink sugar, and I smack her ass. It is so satisfying to hear her catch her breath as her entire body tenses up and then sigh as she relaxes. Now she has a glittering, pink, sugary handprint against one globe of ass cheek.

“Still bored?”I growl, even though I know the answer.

“Nuh-uh,”she mutters. It’s the most positive response I’ve gotten out of her yet.

I untie the ribbons at her back, slip the apron off over her head, and she lets it fall to the floor. I grab her by the waist and lift her up onto the worktable, sliding her forward so I can taste and feel that sweet, gritty sugar and slippery butter against my tongue. She gasps and moans. I smack the side of her ass again and grunt as I watch the jiggling flesh. I’m about to bury my face inside of her when she flips around to face me. The front of her body is now coated in sugar. Why? It’s my fantasy—who cares?

I lick her all over her quivering body, from her pussy up to her mouth. We finally kiss. Her tongue tastes like maple syrup, and she is so hungry for me. I slowly realize her sweet lips and tongue are taking a journey down the front of me. She drops to her knees and lathers my cock with whipped cream. Then she begins to lick it. Slowly at first, up and down the length before taking all of me into her mouth.

And that is when I explode, my body curling in on itself, here in my bed. I try not to make any noise. Cum shoots up onto my abs and chest instead of into Claire’s warm mouth. I sigh heavily, wishing everything I justenvisioned could happen. All of it. Except I’d last longer and give her all the pleasure she gave me in return. And then fuck her straight into next week.

Suddenly, there’s aknock–knock–jangle at the door. The lock on the doorknob, mercifully, holds. “Grady?!” More jangling.

“Just a second, Ma!” I call out, scrambling to clean myself up.

“Why is this door locked?”

“I dunno, must’ve slipped last night when I closed it.” I sound so awkward and young. If I always lied this unconvincingly I’d never make it in business.

She tries jiggling the doorknob again—why? I have no idea. It’s my mom. “Will you be around today, sweetheart?”

“Yep!” I ball up the sheet that I just used to wipe cum from myself and hide it under the comforter. I make a mental note to deal with that later. I hop around as I pull on my underwear, reaching for the nearest pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“Would you mind driving Damien to the beach?” she asks through the door. It sounds like her face is pressed right up against it.

Fully dressed, I take a moment to slow my breaths. Somewhat calmer and acting less like I just fucked my hand, I open the door. “Good morning,” I say cheerily, casually blocking her from entering the room.

“Well, good morning, sunshine! Can you take him?” she asks again, as if our lives depend on it.

“Sure. That’s why I’m here. What’s up?”

“I have to be there for your father’s appointment, andDamien says this morning is prime training time—something to do with crustacean circadian rhythms.” She waves her hand around dramatically.

“Makes sense. No problem. Hope the appointment goes well.”

“Thanks, honey. It’s so nice having you here.” She gives me a little pat on the cheek as she studies my face.

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