Page 15 of Off-Limits Silver Fox Billionaire

I stopped in front of my mirror and stared at my reflection for a little while, turned away and slid into bed. Alone in my large house, the only sound I could hear was that of my heavy breathing, and the crickets singing in the night sky.

I wondered what Bree was doing right now. Was she still standing by her window, staring into the darkness, and thinking? Was she asleep, curled up like a ball under her sheets, or was she in the shower?

The thought of her in the shower made my body tighten. I groaned, flipped over to my side, and shut my eyes. I was hoping to fall asleep, but that didn’t happen because my mind kept buzzing with thoughts of Bree.

The image of her on my bed was fresh in my mind. Her legs spread wide apart for me to thrust into, her fingers gripping the sheets tight to show how much she enjoyed what I was doing.

I rolled over to my other side with a sigh and willed my mind shut again. That didn’t work either, so I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling for a long time before sitting up quickly.

There was only one way to make my mind slow down for the night.

At least I’d get a decent sleep.

Without denying my need any longer, I slowly reached for the engorged tip of my erection and flicked my fingers over it.

I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had never craved a woman I couldn’t have, and never had the need to go to bed without being fully sated whenever I wanted. But Bree made me crave no one else but her. No one else could satisfy this hunger.

The weight of my desire turned into an electric current as I pictured her body in my mind, and the slight part of her lips as I teased her with the tip of my penis. I groaned because my grip on my hardness tightened, and I started a slow stroking pattern that built the pressure inside me.

My toes curled on the sheets, my mind slowly went into a hazy state and all I could see was Bree. I replayed scenes of how I made love to her in my head. How my hardness stroked every inch of her core and the way she responded with the fire that had me hooked on her. Bree was a vixen to me … My vixen, from the first night we were together five years ago when I had no idea who she was until now.

Her body had changed … Developed in many sexy ways, but her feverish response to my touches didn’t change.

“Oh god.” My exclamation came with a ragged breath, and I shuddered from it. My strokes became intense. Bree’s moan sounded loud in my ears, and it almost felt like she was there on the bed with me.

My thighs tensed, and I closed my eyes to savor the momentary current that zapped through me. My hand pumped up and down my shaft with a higher speed now, and I could feel my insides contract as I neared the peak of my passion.

In seconds, my climax rocked through me, and left me breathless, spiraling with the need to feel her body. I lowered myself to my bed again and let out a deep breath.

My breathing slowed; my eyes drifted close. I fell asleep with Bree on my mind, and the languid feelings of satisfaction that overshadowed my desire only lasted a few hours before I woke up in the middle of the night sweaty and aroused because I had dreamt of her again.

7

BREE

After Josh drove off, I stood by my room’s window for a while and stared at nothing. The night's air was a bit windy, and it seeped into my bones until I shivered. The entire time during dinner, I had to keep from looking at him too much.

I couldn’t risk my dad or Allison finding out that I had the hots for him.

Impossible.

Josh hadn’t touched me or even so much looked at me, but my body was still humming with heat that pooled deep in my loins. Since my night with Josh, I had been unable to do anything without thinking about him.

This desire made me wonder what I would do when we were alone next.

I rubbed the back of my neck and closed my eyes for a bit. The hunger deep in the pit of my stomach hinted at a restlessness I couldn’t quench until I sought for release.

Slowly, I walked back to my bed and sat. I ran my right hand over the smooth sheets, then moved back so I lay fully on the bed and parted my thighs. The dress I wore rode high up my thighs when I spread my legs. I closed my eyes, let out a deep breath, then let my muscles tense in anticipation of what I was about to do.

My finger ventured down, past my abdomen to the sides of my red lace panties. Even before I touched my already wet core, I felt a shiver race through me, and that made my stomach flutter with nervous butterflies.

What was Josh expecting from me? After he made me feel intense pleasure and made me crave more of him. Was I supposed to just go back to him? Knowing full well that any passion we shared could only end as a disaster?

Once Iris found out or worse my father, then all hell would break loose. I had known Iris for years and in that time, she had shared a lot with me. Enough for me to know that her parent’s divorce had left her father broken for a long time.

He rarely ever wants to hang out with anyone but me,Iris told me once five years ago when I asked about her dad. Back then I didn’t know much, but I had wondered why it seemed like she lived in the big beach house on her own.

My finger circled my clit, and a shaky breath escaped my lips. I slid my fingers over the fold of my sex, then gently parted it so I could stroke deep inside me.

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