Page 9 of Unwrapping the Billionaire

“Oh.” She drops my hand, along with those gorgeous eyes. “I couldn't find a ride tonight… Christmas Eve seems to suck up everyone from the sidewalks and squeeze them into taxicabs. It’s like a fare Armageddon out there.” She shrugs her shoulders, and I find a smile tugging at my lips.

“Jonas Farley.”

“Grace Parker.”

Grace…It suits her. Flowers wilt over time, but grace is ever-present to those who choose to embrace it. And she will… I get that feeling about her. She’s one of the good guys, which means I should leave her well alone.

But I won’t.

Not until I wreak havoc on her innocence.

“So, what brings you to this godawful event on this godawful night, Grace Parker?” I ask her.

“You don't like Christmas Eve?” Her eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“Nope.” Refusing to elaborate, I snatch up a couple of glasses of Dom Perignon from a circling waiter.

“I’m representing my father’s company,” she says, taking one from me with a smile. “My brother, Nathan, was meant to be here, but he couldn’t find a ride, either.”

Three cheers for Nathan.

“What a pity,” I say lightly, and her smile blooms into something that makes my dick pay even more attention to her mouth. “Shall we drink to that Armageddon?”

“Why not.” Those eyes flash wickedly at me, and I can’t seem to drag mine away.

“Let’s push on through this hell together. What d’ya say?”

Her gaze flickers over my face as she considers my offer.Is she thinking I’m a bad joke? She just walked into a bar, after all…

“Are you looking for a flaw in me, sweetheart?” I drawl, unable to take the suspense any longer. “I confess, I have many, but they’re all concealed on the inside like cave drawings. Just don’t look too closely… A couple of of my exes found spelling the word ‘asshole’ a challenge.”

There’s a beat, and then she’s tipping her head back and letting out the filthiest laugh I ever heard. It’s like her whole body just came alive, and it’s sparking electricity all over the place. It’s unrestrained and unexpected, and so fucking mesmeric I want to tear her clothes off and fuck her pussy into wet oblivion, right here in this bar.

That’s when I know she’ll be leaving with me, long before the speeches commence.

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The first kissslam-dunks my senses, and hers too, judging by all the breathy moans into my mouth. The second kiss twists vines around our bodies as we stumble backward into her hotel suite. Crazy, hot and wild… I can't get enough. Her dress is already up around her waist, before I’m remembering to kick the door shut.

Slamming her up against the wall, I drag her arms above her head and trail rough kisses down her cheek. “Perhaps Christmas Eve isn’t such a disappointment, after all,” I murmur, as she rips open the front of my pants.

“Give me marks out of ten afterward, not before.”

“So, we’re keeping score?” My fingers follow a trail of wetness upward until I reach the apex of her thighs. She moans again, and shuts her eyes tight as I slip her damp panties to the side, and then I’m ramming, deep and hard, into her pussy.

“Oh God,” she wails, arching her back away from the wall.

Oh no, baby, this is all Jonas.

I fuck her with my fingers until she’s hanging off my neck, and breathing fumes into my dress shirt. When she comes all over me, I can feel her pussy juice dripping down my hand.

“Easily a ten,” I say with a growl. “Now, turn around, and make it snappy.” I release her to plunge my fingers into my mouth.Make that an eleven...She tastes even better than she looks.

She collapses back against the wall, her expression still glassy, but sparking with an unexpected heat. “I don’t take orders from anyone, Jonas… I’m kinda stubborn like that.”

My fingers drop from my mouth in surprise. I always dictate in the bedroom, there are no equals here—the control is what gets me off.So why does my dick feel like it’s about to explode?

“Interesting,” I murmur, tearing off my dress shirt. “I never knew stubbornness in a woman was considered foreplay.”

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