Page 63 of The Billionaire

“Beautiful wrapping. What is it?” I played with the ribbon. My dark eyes lifted to meet his that were filled with a light dance.

“Why don’t you open the box and find out?”

Oh something about that look in his eyes told me I was in for it…

I untied the slick black ribbon. The metallic wrapping paper was thick beneath my fingers and contrasted against my white nail polish. It was truly the most luxurious wrapping I’d ever seen. But never mind the details! What was in the box?

I carefully unwrapped the ribbon.

“You’re killing me, babe. Just tear it open already!”

“But the wrapping is so pretty.”

He gave me a look that was to die for—a look that read if you don’t open it up I’m going to come over there and make you scream my name.

I smiled at him, daring him to make me do just that.

“Okay, okay. Wrapping coming off.”

“That won’t be the only thing coming off.” He winked.

This shot shivers down my spine and a warm sensation pulsated down to my sex. I re-crossed my legs and cleared my throat. I was just about to open the box when I decided to take another sip of my Pinot Noir—why not tease him a bit?

“Yum…I just love the way…” I said in a sexy deep voice as if to say, I just love the way I feel when you’re in me.

“Damnit, Kenzie! You’re driving me absolute mad!” He fingered his neck collar and was just about to reach for the box when I finally gave up my prolonging.

“I know but it’s so fun. Okay.” I opened the box and saw the most exquisite luxurious string of dark jewels encased in small rectangle shapes, hung in different positions draped together with a dainty strip of black lace. I held it up and studied it. It was the most beautiful vintage necklace I had ever seen. I couldn’t even guess how much it was worth. I was done guessing the cost of things by now.

“This necklace is stunning.” My fingers trailed along the smooth stones, and I held it back inches away letting the candlelight cause the sparkles to dance.

I looked up at him in amazement as his chuckle turned to nearly choking on his wine from laughter.

“It’s not a necklace.” He finally managed to say after he took a sip of water and pounded his chest. His own eyes sparkled and he covered his mouth, trying to stifle a few more coughs and laughs.

“It’s not?”

“No,” he took a few more sips of water and cleared his throat. Now he was being the one drawing it out driving me mad!

“What is it? What’s so funny?”

“It’s a hip necklace. You wear it right on your hipbones and it drapes just over the top of your ass cheeks.”

I nodded my head. “Oh,”.

I suddenly felt stupid. Of course it was a hip-necklace! Because let’s see…I’ve worn one like…never!

“Will you wear this for me tonight?”

“Well, of course. I mean it’s gorgeous.” I continued to stare at the hip necklace picturing him admiring me in it while I was on top of him, with his hands firmly holding my waist as I rode him hard and smooth. I was growing wetter by the minute.

Could we just skip desert already, please?

“Okay, confession. You ready for it?” He pulled away as he took a sip of his wine. “Ever since I rescued you that night from that pig, I knew the grand plans he had for you because of his favorite rumored form of sport—that is code for his favorite way to fuck…and well, it’s been driving me absolutely crazy.”

“Why?”

“Oh, babe. Come on, you know why.”

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