Page 84 of Fixer for the Billionaire

Each quip draws us closer, wrapping us in a connection as tangible as the touch of her silky underwear beneath my fingertips.

I lean in, my lips brushing her thigh as I whisper, "Plus, the view from down here is pretty great."

We chuckle at my brazen remark before I slide the lacy garment down her legs.

As her underwear pool at her feet, I gaze at the glistening lips between her legs. I run my thumb along her clit, and she sighs, the sound filling the small room.

Without another word, I rock forward, closing my mouth around her clit as Carmina perches her perfect ass against the sink.

"Oh my God, Quentin," she breathes. "We can't."

I hum over her skin. "We can." I glance up. "If you tell me to stop, baby, you know I will."

Her earthy brown eyes stare down at me. Biting her lower lip, she shakes her head, her fingers threading into my hair.

She lowers her chin. "Don't stop."

"You know I won't."

Without wasting a second, I lavish Carmina's pussy with every inch my mouth, tongue, and teeth can cover. She's sweet—warm beneath my lips. Every soaking centimeter is a gift, and I let myself be rewarded by every sigh, whimper, and cry.

Her legs shake beneath my hands, her head thrown back as she hisses to the heavens, her incoming climax making her tremble.

"Quentin, I'm... I'm..."

"Come on my face, baby." I lick her the long way—frantic, my tastebuds eager for more. "Let go."

She does. And it's exquisite.

Still in the throes of her orgasm, I can't wait.

I stand, unbuckling my belt, sliding it to the floor along with my slacks and black boxer briefs. I bend Carmina's supple body over the marble sink, planting a kiss on her slightly salty neck.

"Is this okay?" I rub my erection against her backside, and she grinds against me.

"Yes, Quentin. Yes."

That's all I need.

"Hold on, baby. This is going to be a ride."

But "ride" doesn't do us justice. Nothing does when we come together like this.

Testing the snug fit of Car's pussy, I piston forward and inside.

We gasp together, shocked at the sudden pleasure. I allow a second for the fullness to settle before stroking out and in again, gripping the curve of her hips.

It's a fantasy to see her like this. In the mirror over the sink, I watch her. Eyes squeezed shut. Mouth open.

Her pink lips are still parted when I slip two fingers inside her mouth, one hand still clutching her hip as I continue to pump. Long strokes. Lengthy slides. Gyrating thrusts taking us to the edge of nirvana and back.

She starts to suck at my fingertips, and it's all I can do not to come right then. She's the heaven I've been seeking, the solace my soul never knew it needed.

I lean forward, mouth against her earlobe. "Marry me, angel. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life than you."

In the mirror, Carmina's eyes fly open, staring back at me as she comes. I follow, plunging over the edge of ecstasy until we're both spent.

Using both hands, I hold her closer, bringing her body to mine as we ride the wave all the way to the ground.

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