Page 84 of Wreck Me

‘Someone had this planned.’ I swat away my nerves and readjust myself against the plump pillows.

‘Sweetheart, I had this planned from the moment I met you.’ A devilish smirk lifts his lips as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his tanned, toned planes of perfection.

‘Really?’ I’m flattered beyond belief. How is the hottest billionaire to bless this country so into me?

It makes no sense, but I’m going to take it. Maybe it’s karma. I’ve had so much heartache in my life, perhaps the scales are finally tipping my way.

‘Well, you’re not the only one with a plan.’ I roll onto my side and open the bedside locker beside me.

James’s jaw drops when he sees the silver packet of pills in my hand. ‘You’ve started taking contraception?’

‘Just in case.’ I shrug. ‘Obviously, I’m clean. You’re the first man to touch me.’

‘Scarlett, you have no idea how hard that sentence alone makes me.’ His eyes blaze, pinning me in a possessive stare. ‘There’s only one problem.’

‘What?’ My chest constricts.

‘I don’t just want to be the first. I want to be the last, too.’ His velvet voice is solemn.

‘You don’t mean that.’ I freeze, hardly daring to believe my ears. ‘We both know I’m not wife material. Not really. I might have the right accent, but I don’t come from the right family.’

‘Perhaps we should start our own family.’ His Adam’s apple bobs. ‘I don’t mean literally. Not right away, anyway, though if it happened…’

A family? Isn't that what I always wanted? His body is everything mine needs but his words– they’re a balm to my soul.

‘I’m clean, by the way,’ he adds. ‘I’ve always used protection, and I got tested last month just in case.’ He slides his boxers over his thick thighs and I am fucking here for it.

The man could make his fortune ten-times over as a Calvin Klein model. Every hard line, every square inch of muscle, every curve and indentation of his body, begs to be licked. He stands at the side of the bed gazing at me like I’m some sort of vision when the truth is, it’s him who’s the vision.

Especially his weeping cock.

I’m on my knees before he knows what’s happening. I have no idea what I’m doing, but the urge to lick that glistening tip is bursting my insides open. I kneel on all fours before him, the same way he’s kneeled for me. Wrapping one hand around the base of his hard length, I run my tongue over the top. He tastes like sin, but his responsive moan is the sweetest prayer.

‘Baby, are you trying to kill me?’

I tilt my face up to meet his stare as I wrap my lips tentatively around his cock and inch downwards, taking as much of him as I can manage. There’s something so empowering about being the woman who gets to pleasure him.

‘Fuck, Scarlett. This was not part of today’s lesson.’ His hands tenderly cup my jaw as our eyes bore into each other’s. ‘But it has taught me something.’

‘What’s that?’ It’s barely decipherable, but he gets the gist.

‘You’re not going anywhere after graduation.’ His tone is final.

My stomach flips.

Could I stay here?

What about my plans to travel?

I force the thoughts away.

His fingers glide through my hair with a tenderness hedoesn’t look capable of before sliding lower over my back and gripping my waist.

I squeal as he hauls me up from his cock as if I’m weightless. He places me gently onto the bed, inching his way on top of me. My trembling thighs part as his hips rest on top of mine. The tip of his cock rests at my entrance.

He brushes a stray strand of hair from my face, gazing at me like I’m the only woman in the universe. ‘It’s going to hurt at first, baby, but I promise it’ll be worth the pain. I’ll take it slowly.’

‘Don’t you dare.’ I thrust against his tip and he moans.

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