Page 86 of Rival to the Billionaire

She kisses the skin of my neck and her tongue teases and seduces as she moves down toward my shirt collar. I'm leaning back as far as I can, my head against the headrest as I try to maintain control of my senses.

I fail.

Jenny peels my shirt up and over my head, and I sit up abruptly as she stands in front of me. The contrast of her caramel skin against the black fabric of my suit pants is like a vision from heaven.

I'm entranced, speechless, and I don't know what to do. Even if I wanted to stop her, I'm not sure I would be able to right now. My body is on fire for her. My heart is pounding, and my nerves are stretched to the breaking point.

I watch as she teases me with her fingertips, raking them back and forth across my chest. She's looking at me, but her eyes are still so very sad. I can't stand it. I reach up and take her by the shoulders, pulling her to me.

Her cleavage is pushed up against my chin, and I can feel the pounding of her heart as it beats rapidly in time with mine. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life. She looks at me, her eyes begging me to make her forget.

And I want to. I want to make Jenny fly.

I let go of her shoulders and she sits back down in my lap. Her hair falls over her shoulders, and she bows her head, letting her long red locks cover her face as she scoots forward.

"Just tell me—" she begins.

"No," I say, my voice hoarse as she brings her lips to mine. "No more talk. I'm going to do exactly what you want, baby. I'm going to give you exactly what you need. Okay?"

She nods, her eyes wet with tears. I touch her cheek and gently force her head up. She's looking at me, and my heart is breaking for her. All I want to do is make it better.

Her kiss is soft and sweet, and I feel her tongue as she pokes at my lips, begging for entrance. I open for her, letting her in. Our tongues collide and we both moan as the taste of each other sends a wave of pleasure through our bodies.

I grab at her hair, grasping handfuls of soft curls in my fists as she presses herself against me. She's the most perfect thing I've ever felt in my life. Everything about this moment is everything I've ever wanted. And nothing she will ever forgive herself for.

I let go of her hair and run my fingertips over one of her swollen nipples. It's stiff and tight, and I can feel her shiver as I roll it between my fingertips. I nip at the sensitive area where her neck meets her shoulder, and she moans.

"Sit up," I tell her, moving her playfully in my lap. "I want to see you."

She begins to sit up and grabs at the bottom of her skirt, reaching to slide it up and over her head. "No," I say, "leave your skirt on."

She looks at me, a question in her eyes. I smile as I pull her back down, my hand stroking the smooth skin of her thigh. "I want you to keep this on," I explain, "but I want you to sit with your legs open. That way I can reach either side of you."

She nods, and after I pull her skirt back down, she sits up. She looks down at me, and as I wait for her to settle back down in my lap, I smile. She's beautiful.

I'm about to tell her so when she does something I don't expect. She reaches into the opening of her skirt and pulls off her panties. She holds them up between her fingers, and I look at them in surprise.

“I bought the kind that unbutton at the side. One pull, and they come right off," she says, her voice teasing as she wiggles it at me.

I shake my head. "I'm going to need to know where I can buy you many, many more of these," I tell her.

She laughs and tosses them aside.

"I'm a practical shopper," she declares. "Now, where were we? Oh, right. You were getting ready to fuck my brains out. And I was getting ready to beg you to.”

With a laugh, I run my hands up the smooth skin of her thighs, relishing in the contact as I take a moment to bask in just how incredible she is. I give her a chaste kiss, tasting her tears, and once again, my heart breaks for her.

I want to make her happy, to make her forget all of this pain. After these last few hours of worry, I want to show her that life can be better than this. That I can make it better. That we can make it better.

I want her to believe in me and what we can do. And I want her to believe that this is where she belongs.

"You're so beautiful," I say. "So perfect."

She smiles and brushes a lock of hair out of my eyes. "No," she tries to speak, "you're…you're perfect."

The words almost crackle in my head as I kiss her again. I slide my hands underneath her arms, tilting her head back so I can see her face. Her skin is flushed and her eyes are bright.

She sighs as I nuzzle her, her hand on the back of my head as she tries to bring me closer. Suddenly Jenny's hands are on my pants, pulling at the button and zipper.

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