Page 81 of The Billionaire Is Back

He strokes and kneads the fleshiest part of me with both hands. The rumble from deep inside his throat sounds like an engine revving. A really sexy, powerful engine that really likes my butt. I start to get alittle bitnervous again, but he carefully moves me onto my back again and spreads my legs apart.

“Hot” is all he says. A one-word sentence that is music to my ears. He pushes my legs up so they’re bent on either side of him, massages my inner thighs with his hands, and then strokes up my center with his tongue, just once. That sends a jolt through me.

My whole body has been teased for so long, it seems, and I’m so close, it would be cruel of him to flirt with me down there, andoh, Hallelujah, he’s going for it. Sliding his hands under my ass, he grips me firmly and lavishes long, luscious laps and swirls on my clit and then dives right in with his tongue. Grady Barber is fucking me with his tongue and holding me in place while I buck around, screaming.

I love him. Oh God, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.

It’s too much. All of his strength and focus and determination is focused on making me come and I guess this is what crazy feels like, but I never ever want him to stop doing this to me—ever, ever.

Eyes closed, the image I keep seeing is his boat. His family’s sailboat. Grady at the helm, the waves crashing against it. Am I the waves crashing against the boat or the boat he’s fearlessly steering to shore? I don’t know, but there are waves and there is tossing and upheaval, and there is Grady, creating the unrest and anchoring me at the same time.

I’m still aware of Grady down there, his tongue between my legs, as the waves subside and the final currents of electricity punctuate all that pleasure.

Finally, I’m still and everything disappears, until I hear Grady saying my name.

I feel him kissing his way up my belly and chest. He kisses me where my shoulder meets my neck and then whispers my name into my ear, and I answer him back with “I love you.” I kiss him all over his face. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” I kiss his smiling lips that are giving my sweet scent back to me. “I love you, and not just because you just did that to me. I’ve never not loved you. You don’t have to say anything—just fuck me right now, okay?”

He lowers his head, laughing quietly. “I love you too, Little Sweeney.For realfor real. And I will fuck you right now.” He kisses my cheek and says “Hang on” as he starts to reach for the drawer of his bedside table.

“No, come inside me,” I whisper. “Please. Please, please, please.”

“Really?”

“I’m good. I took my pill this morning.” I reach for him, sitting up to cradle his face in my hands again. “It’s okay, right?” I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his chin, his mouth. My fingertips find his cock again, gently pleading with it.

Moaning into my mouth, he lays me down again and braces himself over me, notching himself at my entrance. “Jesus,” he whispers when he gets a preview of the warm wetness that awaits him. “Claire.”

“I love you. Don’t be gentle.”

“You are so perfect,” he groans, and he pushes himself inside of me.

And everything feels full and warm and right. “I love you, Grady.” I will keep telling him this until I remember why I was so afraid of it.

“God, you don’t even know…” His thrusts are swift and graceful, like his runner’s strides. “So good.”

“I love you.” I curl my arms under his armpits, hooking them around his shoulders, and hold on for dear, sweet, sexy life.

He picks up the pace, finding a rhythm that is both vigorous and beautiful. It’s exactly how I imagined Grady fucks—but ten times sexier because his grunts and groans are growing louder and more urgent.

“Oh my God, I love you!” My neck arches back, and I let the part of me that doesn’t know how to speak English take over. I rock my hips and tell him how much my body loves his body with sighs and moans and screams. His pace slows for a moment, and I know it’s because he’s enjoying the sensation of me coming on his cock. He is probably watching me, and I don’t even care what my face is doing because my face covers my brain and my brain is not the star of this show.

This time, my body is the captain and the boat and the waves and all the stars. I wrap my legs around his, scrape my fingernails down his back. His hot skin is slick with sweat, and I did this to him.

Grady’s thrusts and breaths get sharper.

I want him to come inside of me more than I have ever wanted anything. I have never done yoga in my life, but I will myself to become flexible for him. I bend one leg, and he knows exactly what to do. He hoists it up so I can rest it against his shoulder, and I am so tight around him now, we both cry out.

His voice hits a falsetto note when he empties himself into me, hot and intense and so Grady Barber.

I love him, I love him, I love him.

It’s the only thing that’s real.

When he collapses on top of me, it is the best feeling. Not better than all the feelings I just had, but one of the top ten best feelings. He is spent. Grady’s body is exhausted from fucking me. I’m too tired to turn or lift my head the tiniest bit to kiss his arm or shoulder, but I’m kissing him with my heart. Our hearts beat against each other, and he’s still inside of me, and we did this to each other.

“I love you,” he whispers on an exhale.

“Yes.”

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