Page 80 of The Billionaire Is Back

“No. You should see what you’re getting yourself into.” I release a tiny, nervous laugh. “Literally.”

“Turn to face me, Claire.” He sounds so serious. Did he not get my joke?

I slowly turn toward him. After mentally putting away the s’mores, I look up at him. His eyes are getting hooded. Already. He’s holding himself so still, but I can hear him breathing. I place my hands over his, guiding them down as he holds the straps of my dress, watching him watch as my breasts are revealed. I tug at the skirt and wiggle around so the gown falls in a beautiful green heap around my ankles.

Grady’s jaw is so tight. His fingers are still stretched out, hovering an inch from my arms, as hestares at my very hard nipples. My hands are trembling, so I hide them behind my back, crossing them at the wrists. He traces the scalloped edge of my black lace panties—the nicest ones I own. He massages my hips, smooths his palms up the sides of my waist. His hands only skim past my breasts, flirting with my nipples as he cups my face and presses his lips to mine. “God, I don’t know if I would have survived tonight if I couldn’t make you mine, Claire.”

“You can. I’m yours.”

Bowing his head, he whispers to my neck, “Finally, finally.”

Taking my hand, he leads me to the end of the bed and sits me down. He starts to unbutton his shirt, never looking away from me. I’m about mouth level with the most magnificent bulge in the nicest pants my face has ever been this close to. I bite my lower lip as my gaze travels up to his handsome, intent face.

“Wait…” I cover his hands with mine. “Wait. Can I?” I sit up on my knees and unbutton the rest of his shirt, exposing his toned chest. The sparse hairs are dark and softer than they look. His golden-tan skin is so smooth and taut. I’m used to touching soft, powdery, creamy things when I’m baking. But the men I’ve touched didn’t feel anything like this. Grady is smooth and firm and strong and refined. Not like he’s a statue of a perfect specimen. His body is warm and inviting. His rosy-brown nipples are pretty, and his abs are further evidence of his discipline.

Grady stands with his arms at his sides as I admire and inspect and explore him. When hishands form fists, I know it’s time for me to move on. I unbuckle his belt, undo his pants. He impatiently lowers and steps out of them, kicks off his shoes, but he lets me do the honor of removing his fitted black boxer briefs. I know there probably aren’t really angels singing, but I do hear them.

Grady’s cock is long and thick and so erect. This cock is used to being seated at the head of the table. This cock has built an empire. This cock is ready to make a deal. I look up at him, smiling. I’m really just so proud of him. I don’t know how better to show him than by cupping his balls, licking up the underside of his shaft, and flicking at the most sensitive part of the head with the tip of my tongue.

He runs his fingers through my hair as he groans. One swift move and I’m flat on my back on the mattress. “You’re done working for today,” he grunts. “Got it?”

I blow out a long, raggedy breath, frowning at him as he removes his socks.

He laughs quietly, shaking his head. “Will you let me make you feel good now, Claire?” he asks, hovering over me.

“Yes.” I mean it this time. I am his. I am his, I am his, I am his. “Yes!” I loop my arms around his neck and kiss him, so long and deep. Longer and deeper than I’ve ever kissed anyone. I am kissing my resistance goodbye and welcoming him inside of me. “Mmmm, Grady…”

“Yeah?” He is so deliciously breathless.

“Huh?” I nibble on his lower lip, catching it between my teeth, licking him across his stubbly jaw over to his earlobe.

“You said my name.”

“I did?” I ask dreamily. “Gradyyyyy…” I twirl my tongue and flick at his earlobe, and it makes him groan. Grady Barber has sexy earlobes that taste good. Grady Barber has sexy everything, and I’m going to let him make me feel good with all of his sexy things.

I plant a kiss on his cheek and then sink back into the mattress, fisting the duvet with both hands.

He slowly pulls down my panties—slowly, slowly. “Well, well, well,” he muses. “What have we here?”

I mumble an explanation about accidental travel shaving as my eyelids flutter shut. My whole body is fluttering when he blows a warm breath over my very naked strictly lady business.

“To be clear, I am not complaining.” He pulls my panties down my legs, kissing me on one thigh, just above the other knee, slipping them over my feet.

I squeeze my thighs together, wriggling around. All of my energy has gathered just below my belly button, and all of the feelings I have for Grady are flowing from the center of me in the form of warm wetness. Ready to greet him there.Welcome, welcome. I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.

“Actually, I am complaining. I hate knowing that this was happening down here and I had no idea.”

I feel Grady’s lips raining kisses across my lower abdomen. Where he is flat with curved ridges and built for business, I am supple and rounded and made for pleasure. His tongue sweeps up the skin of my belly like he’s a rebellious teenager licking the frosting off a birthday cake. I get more and more toned in the area between my belly button and my breasts. He kisses his way up and up,moaning as he savors the soft cushion of my breast and swirls his tongue around my nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I cry out because I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted his mouth on me there, his hands roaming every curve, his stubble gently scraping my skin all over.

My whole body is quivering. I’m aching for him between my legs, arching my back, trying to feed myself to him. I am the sweet treat he is savoring, and I want him to consume me. “Gradyyyy.” I reach up over my head and find a horizontal bar to hold on to just above the mattress.

“Your skin is sweet,” he says. “Did you know that?” He licks me and kisses me all over my chest. So much desire for me. Forme. “Did you know you taste good, Claire?”

I grip the metal bar a little tighter, my arms stretched out straight. I could float away or melt into the mattress, but I don’t want to go anywhere. He grunts and flips me over onto my stomach. I reach for the bar again, looking up at the leather headboard. I wish there was a mirror there so I could see Grady staring down at my ass as he squeezes it.

“This. Ass.” He nips at it, explores the vast landscape of my right butt cheek with his mouth. “I dream about this ass—did you know that?”

“I’d always hoped.”

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