Page 31 of The Billionaire's Ride

She has no idea how much she’s teasing me with her fingers gripping onto me, her hips moving against mine, and her thighs clinging to me. Oh yeah, she’s enjoying the ride. A lot.

I pull around Hyde Park and find a quiet place to park.

“Feel like taking a stroll?” I ask, removing my helmet.

“Sure.”

Taking her hand, I help her off the motorbike and watch her smooth legs glide off the seat. I wet my bottom lip. Everything about her is absolutely delicious.

“Are we even allowed to be here after dark?” she asks.

I chuckle, keeping her dainty hand safe in mine while we walk along the lamp-lit path. “See, I knew you were a Goody Two-Shoes.”

Kate’s eyes widen and glint in the golden light as she scoffs. “Goody Two-Shoes?”

“Yeah, you follow the rules, even if you’re the one who made them up.”

“You think I have my own rules to abide by?”

“I know you do.” I grasp her hand tighter. “Am I wrong?”

She emphatically says, “Yes!” and then goes silent for a moment. “I mean, my list of don’ts is a little longer than my list of dos.” Am I on herdolist? “But that doesn’t mean I have rules.”

“That’s exactly what it means. And by the way, the park’s closed, so we’re not technically supposed to be here.”

She gasps playfully, covering her mouth. “You mean we’re breaking the rules?” I can’t tell if she’s mocking herself or me. But I’m done with the jokes and jabs foreplay. It’s time for unfettered play.

I plant my feet and bring her closer, holding onto the curve of her hips. “You must feel like a right rebel now.”

Kate tilts her chin up, and the tip of her nose grazes mine. “I do feel a little naughty now that you mention it.” Her words are strong enough to carry the edginess in her voice. It’s like she got all of this naughty nature pent up inside, and I get to be the one to tear down her walls and cut her wrists free from the self-inflicted cuffs that have held her hostage for who knows how long.

I tuck my hand behind her ear and lean in. Her pink, glossy lips part like two luscious candies, inviting me in for a treat. I plant a teasing kiss on her bottom lip and breathe, filling my lungs with her fruity, floral scent.

My mouth tickles hers, and then I move in, massaging her warm, velvety tongue with mine. It tastes sweet but plays withmine in a spicy way. Kate moans, slinking her arm inside my open jacket like she wants me as much as I want her.

Thunder rolls overhead with a loud crash, but we don’t stop for a breath. Not even a lightning strike could stop me from kissing her. Touching her. A chilled breeze whips around us, sweeping her long hair away from her face. Soon, droplets of rain trickle down. Slow at first and then harder and faster. Kate looks up, squinting, rain splattering on her face. I wipe her cheeks to no avail.

“Come this way.” I take her hand, and we run across the lawn, finding a weeping beech tree with umbrella-like branches. The perfect place to hide from the rain. She laughs that gorgeous laugh, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.

“Oh, my God. I haven’t seen rain like this in forever,” she says, pushing her soaked hair out of her face.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I’m not sure if I mean getting caught in the rain or getting caught in the rain with her in that skirt.

Beneath the shadow, I can hardly make out the rise and fall of her chest, but I can feel it. The light catches her eye and illuminates her hungry gaze in the dark. Without a word, she yanks on my jacket. I crash into her again and walk her back against the tree trunk. She may be a good girl, but she’s also a force. And I like it.

My mouth skates along her jaw and down her neck, and I slide my hand down her bare thigh, slick with rain. Her body’s magnetism encourages me to grasp higher, inch by inch until my skin meets her leather hem. I’ve been patient enough, but something tells me not to rush. Instead, relish the wait.

She moans as I take my time unzipping her jacket. “Wait,” she says. “Are you sure it’s safe out here?”

I’m not sure if any of it is safe—the storm, me, or her. But I know one thing for sure. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” I whisper, kissing the edge of her ear, nibbling it gently.

Kate’s delicate hands travel underneath my shirt and turn defiant when she digs her fingernails into my back. I respond, grabbing a handful of her gorgeous ass and holding on tight. Her leather hem ascends the slope of her hips when I grab the other cheek. I kiss her neck, then trace one side of her collarbone with my tongue down her chest.

She opens for me and tilts her hips, eager for a ride. I rub my hand along the fine lace—the only thing keeping me from feeling all of her. Kate’s lashes flutter, and a moan escapes her mouth as I caress her warmth. She moves her hips, pleasing herself with the friction. My cock tingles and hardens against my raw denim.

Who’s teasing who now?

I look deeply into her eyes and touch my forehead to hers. I’m completely captivated by this girl. This good girl who’s gorgeous when she’s bad. We breathe in one another until our breath becomes one. Breaking the lace barrier, I slip a digit inside, sliding up her silky clit. Holy hell. This girl is driving me fucking crazy. I bite my bottom lip hard. “You’re so wet.”

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