Page 37 of Return of the Outback Billionaire

Champagne-coloured lace underwear worked for him, no doubt, and for a moment he thought she’d get rid of that too and be as naked as him, but at the last minute she seemed to think better of it.

She was all long lines and slender curves and he wanted more.

This was torture.

‘Music?’ She made it happen, and then returned and knelt on the bed next to him as her gaze roved over him. ‘May I touch you?’

Sometime this century would be good. ‘Yes.’

She started at his fingertips, a slow, thorough investigation of every inch of him until she reached the planes and ridges of his stomach. Goosebumps followed in her wake and he closed his eyes and let his passion soar. He felt her hair brush his stomach before he felt her lips.

‘Is this okay?’

‘Don’t stop.’ Never, ever stop.

Eyes closed, he wasn’t ready for the tentative lick she bestowed on the tip of his hard length. He should have strapped his feet to the bed too, because he’d follow that warm mouth to the ceiling if it meant he could have more of it. He clenched his hands around the ties that bound him and tried not to fill her mouth with more. Her pace, not his. Bridie in control.

By the time she’d explored every part of his erection with hands and mouth, his dignity had been shredded and the sounds coming out of him had more in common with beast than man.

‘I’m not protected,’ she murmured.

‘Bathroom. Bottom drawer. Hotel supplies.’ Bless them.

Her leaving the room gave him time to claw back slim threads of control.

‘Large, Extra Large and Jumbo,’ she murmured as she sank back down on the bed with a handful of condoms. ‘I’m guessing now is not the time for social commentary on condom marketing?’

‘So not the time.’

‘Jumbo?’

‘Yeah.’ And even that would be a stretch. ‘Roll it on me, sit on my stomach and lean towards me.’ Would she do it? Take blunt direction from him?

Yes.

He tried to be gentle with her as he traced the contours of her bra with his lips. When he tongued a pebbled nipple and then closed his mouth over it and sucked gently, silk and all, she fed him more and caught her breath. Yes.

‘More,’ she whispered.

He’d have headed south, but Bridie wanted more kisses. This was why he was tied up and she was running this.

And then she dropped her panties and shed her bra and sat right back down with her soft folds caressing his length, and he dug his heels in and bucked. No need for anything to go in yet. ‘Rock it, yes. Like that.’

He set up a slow rolling grind to help her find her way. He was already well on his way to insanity born of unutterable need as their kisses grew wilder and a storm rose within him. Bound, stripped bare, and aching for every little piece of her she was willing to give. So good. Beyond anything he’d ever experienced.

And then she changed the angle of her hips and he nudged her entrance and eased the very tip of him in. He all but howled his approval.

‘Oh, you like that?’

Queen of understatement. She did it again, took him in hand and tested for fit, and he stilled on an upstroke, his teeth bared and his lips tight, so close to coming he could hardly bear it.

Had his hands been free... But they weren’t and he was glad of it. ‘More, Bridie, please. Just...use me.’

‘I—It’s...’ She slid him a fraction further in and he met resistance.

‘Perfect?’ A man could hope.

‘Daunting.’

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