Page 43 of The Billionaire's Ride

“And what if I don’t want to get dressed,” she says. What a naughty girl.

I bite my knuckle. Fuck, I need to have her again. “You know what’s going to happen if you don’t put that shirt on,” I say, ready to pounce.

Kate nods, uncovering her lap. “Uh-huh.”

“After all that, you want more?” I push my fists into the mattress, inching my nose to hers.

She giggles and then looks into my eyes. “Yeah. More of you.”

She lays on her stomach, eye level with my cock. It salutes her. Her sexy little toes point up playfully. Damn, I wish I could capture this on camera. My hand softly skates the curve of her back and over her round, plump ass. And those legs. I could nibble on her thighs for days and never get bored.

She smiles and grabs ahold of the part of me that throbs for her. Wants to be in her. She sinks my rock-hard cock into her mouth and teases the bottom of my shaft with her tongue. “Ah, fuck. Kate,” I growl.

“Mmhmm.” Her throat vibrates on the tip, and it drives me absolutely mad. How does this good girl know what I like? I let her slurp and suck me up until the moment I can’t hold back. I have to have her. Now.

Our bodies melt into one another once more. Kissing. Nibbling. Grinding. Thrusting. Moaning. I take my time with her, building up her inner heat until her body explodes all over mine.

Now that we’ve satisfied one craving, it’s time to slake another. She takes my white shirt into the bathroom while I dress and wash up down the hall. Soon, Kate tiptoes into the kitchen. Damn, she looks sexy wearing my shirt. She tucks a strand of her wild, dark hair behind her ear. “Your apartment is amazing,” she says, glancing around.

I hand her a fresh glass of water. “It’s not bad.”

“Thank you.” She gulps at least half, and I inwardly applaud myself for making her so thirsty. “Did you take all those pictures hanging in the hallway?”

“I did.” My flat is the only place I display myrealwork. My art is just for me anyway. At least, that’s what I tell myself anytime I consider putting it up in a gallery.

“Wow. Those shots are incredible. I love that one with the graffiti. Did you take that in Lower Manhattan?”

“Good eye. I love shooting in New York.”

“They’re stunning,” she says like she means it. Most of the women I bring over don’t even notice. “How did you get into photography in the first place?”

“My nana. She gave me my first thirty-five-millimeter Nikon for Christmas when I was eleven. I snapped photos of everything.”

“Isn’t that kind of an expensive camera for an eleven-year-old? Your nana must be a wealthy woman too.”

I laugh, pulling eggs and cheese from the subzero fridge. “Yeah, she is.”

“So then what happened?” Kate takes a seat at the breakfast counter, smoothing back her hair. Some of her eye makeup has melted off in the heat of our shag.

“I just kept at it. Not with the goal of being a photographer but because I enjoyed it. Sometimes I feel like I can make more sense of the world through a lens. Like everything’s clearer.”

“So you’re self-taught?”

I keep my eyes focused on my culinary task. “Not exactly. I apprenticed with Ferguson Burke in France for about two years.”

Kate’s jaw drops. “TheFerguson Burke?”

I knit my brow. “You know of Ferguson Burke?” Who is this unbelievable woman?

“Yeah, my dad has a couple of his photographs. Collecting beautiful pieces is kind of his hobby. But photography is his favorite medium.”

“Sounds like a cool bloke.”

She laughs. “Yeah, I think you’d like him.” Is she intending to introduce me to her father? Our eyes meet, and her warm, satisfied gaze turns uncertain. “Not that you two will ever meet.” Kate waves like she’s shooing away the comment. “Anyway, your work is beautiful. I’m a fan.”

Fashion photography keeps me busy, and I don’t put too much stock in its perfection. But when it comes to real art, Burke drilled perfection into my brain, and so nothing I do is ever great, in my opinion. It’s just good enough to hang in my hallway. Nothing more.

“Thank you,” I say, trying my best to accept the compliment. Then I walk around the granite counter and kiss Kate again. “I’m a fan of your work too.”

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