Page 24 of The Billionaire

“It’s okay.”

“I can totally understand that pressure, too, you know.”

“You do, do you?”

“That’s why I came to California…to create my own path. I was the only one in my circle to move away. All my friends are already married and some even have a family already.”

Something sparkled in his eye. I wondered if I said something that struck a chord.

“Yes, it’s good to create your own path. The only way to live. Sometimes one’s surroundings can really stunt one’s growth if they are meant to swim in the ocean but only are told and allowed to swim in the pond.”

I nodded.

Oh my gosh. Were we really doing this? Talking like this?

“Life’s meant to be enjoyed. It’s not a bunch of rules that if you do right, then you go to heaven. As in right now, wasn’t that so much fun? What a pity to always feel guilt all the time and to deny the very cravings that create a passionate colorful life.”

I stared at him. I didn’t have words.

My heart pounded and my face went numb. That’s exactly how I felt! Was I really having a theological discussion with him? Oh boy, this conversation was building a bridge to my heart.

“But in all seriousness, I do good. I donate. I help the poor. But the fact is, men are sexual.” His finger trailed my arm and chills ran up and down.

“Tell me, McKenzie. What is your forbidden fantasy that you’ve always kept locked inside? After all, we are in the passion wing. Forbidden passions.”

Feeling incredibly dizzy—dizzy in intoxication, dizzy in infatuation, dizzy in intense lust for this man, to see his chiseled abs again, his chest, to see that look in his eyes that my body pleased him, and to feel the way he pleased me, well . . . I went wet again. I discreetly looked down to make sure I wasn’t making a mess.

And then there he was again, kissing my neck in gentle kisses. Trailing down along my collarbone causing my nipples to harden instantly, my need for him escalating higher than I ever thought to be possible.

He trailed back to my neck and behind my ear where he nibbled my earlobe.

“What makes you feel naughty?” His hot whisper made me snap into two at his mercy.

“I . . .uh . . . this feels so . . . good. You feel good.”

“So do you. I can make you feel really good.” He growled. “Tell me, what makes you wild. What idea makes you writhe in pleasure?”

He continued trailing, pressing his warm tongue more along my collarbone and then down to my blossoming breasts. He cupped my right breast as he generously began kissing and sucking. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breath by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“Isn’t . . .” oh the way he made me feel, I couldn’t even speak! I took in a fresh breath to steady my nerves. But there was no use in trying to do that. “Isn’t that what I am supposed to be asking you in a place like this?”

He kept sucking my nipples hard as his hands braced my waist, his thumbs brushing my stomach.

“It pleasures me to see what pleasures a soul like you.”

Okay, when was the snooze going to go off and awaken me from this dream? Because, what man says that? What billionaire says that when he’s at a club where he could possibly do anything and everything he wanted to do sexually with a woman?

“There has to be something.”

He pulled back and searched my eyes with his chocolate brown puppy dog eyes. I studied them. He looked so young. He had to only be in his early thirties, if not late twenties.

The fact was, there was something. I had always imagined and fantasized being tied up to a four-post bed and to be taken, to be held captive by my sexy lover.

Lover and not fucker.

But, I didn’t care which it was with him. I could be fucked if it was him!

“To be tied up on a four-post bed and be made lo—to be fu—taken however he desired.”

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