Page 10 of The Billionaire

Oh god.

Oh god.

My dripping desire provided a slick platform to pleasure my clit in ways I never dreamt possible. In and out he lifted me as I was stimulated against his rock hard abs. I held onto his shoulders, fiercely, as I tried to keep my eyes open to see his deep warm eyes, to connect with him. His eyes looked deeply into mine sending me to the moon.

The friction grew into an explosive orgasm. I couldn’t muffle my cries and I wondered if anyone heard.

Higher and higher I soared and I never could recall a time when I ever felt more pleasure.

“That’s right. Come for me, Angel.”

And boy. I did.

He lifted me, in and out he drove until muscles gave way in my inner walls clenching in waves of pleasure sending him over the edge. He let out a long moan and fell back on the chair, spent. I could barely catch my breath.

I had just tasted the apple in the forbidden garden.

I was forever changed.

“There is a shower over there past that door.”

Dizzied, and dreamily I nodded in acknowledgement.

That was the easiest forty-five thousand dollars I’d ever made or probably would make. Ever. Heck, in history probably. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even . . . hard! It was actually quite pleasurable! I let a relieved sigh; it was over. The anxiety of it all. I smiled and laughed at myself on the inside at how lucky I was.

“You’ll want to freshen up for what’s next.”

“For what’s . . . next?”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“Oh, the night has only begun. At midnight, the games begin.”

The games?

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