Page 77 of Rival to the Billionaire

"It's still crazy to me that the bold, take-no-shit Jennifer Forde that I see walking through the office is a meek minx outside of it," I say, her cheek resting in the crook of my neck.

"Hey! I'm not minx material," she says, half-jokingly.

"No?" I run my hands over her soft skin, over the curves of her body.

She nuzzles me, her breath hot against my collarbone as she bites down gently. Her hair tickles my skin, the smell of her signature citrus scent tickling my senses. "I like you this way. I like you both ways, but here, you're carefree. And I like the way it makes you break the rules."

She leans in and I twist my head, my lips finding hers. She moans when I open my mouth and suck on her tongue, our breaths growing louder.

"You taste so good, Jenny," I tell her. "You're perfect," I add, taking her lower lip between my teeth. "I just want to eat you up—on every surface of this suite."

She smiles and her lips rest on mine. Our eyes lock.

"I was thinking the same thing," she says, moving from my lips to my chin. "I'd like to taste you this time."

I pull her hair and she falls to her knees, pressed against the cold wall.

I grow harder, my naked cock throbbing as Jenny's fingertips skim my tip, brushing ever so softly.

The distance feels dangerous, the way her eyes hold my stare, penetrating and happy. Impatient.

My hands stroke through her cinnamon curls. "Holy fuck… Are you—Do you know what you're doing?"

She smiles—an expression that is both innocent and coy. "I want you to show me." She waits a beat as I reach for the faucet, turning the water warmer. "Fuck my face, Ryder. Make me take all of you."

I hesitate and she stands.

"I know you won't hurt me," she says. "Don't keep yourself from me."

Her words pull me in.

She slides her palms up my arms and over my shoulders, sliding them behind my back until her palms are gripping my ass. I growl, tightening my hold on her head, forcing her to get under the water's heat.

"So good," I say, the water pelting us. "Touch me like that, Jenny. Everywhere.”

With those words, she takes one of my hands on her hair and pushes my palm over her shoulder until my fingers cup her breast, pulling at her nipple.

She gasps, sinking to her knees again. This time, instead of a tender touch, she grabs my steel-encased cock, closing a fist around it. She pulls me, closer, closer until my tip hits her parted lips, gently. She smiles and lowers her head, swiping her tongue over my tip.

A flash of lustful shock races through me and she must sense it, because she looks up at me earnestly and whispers, "Trust me."

I do, leaning in to her again, watching as her lips gently latch around my tip and pull.

My hand falls from her breast, my fingers gripped in place at my side, my thighs shaking slightly.

She lets go and I slide in a few inches, my movements slow and controlled.

"You're so big," she says after a few slippery seconds. "I can barely take it."

I exhale, nipping at her lips. "Take it, baby," I tell her. "I'll guide you."

Gripping the back of her curls, I pull her out of her movements, twisting my fingers in her hair. I turn the water temperature even hotter, one hand on her head, the other against the faucet tap. "Open your mouth. Wide, baby. Take it all."

Her eyes had closed, but they open again when I speak. A newfound confidence is unrolling in her eyes.

"I want to see you," I say, leaning over her. "I don't want you to look away from me. Understand?"

She squeezes her eyelids shut for a moment before opening them, and nods.

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