Page 44 of Beauty and the Billionaire

Dominic considered my words carefully before he stepped closer. He put his hands on my cheeks and lifted my head to look down into my eyes. “Always,” he said, his breath turning to mist between us. “Nothing will change.”

My heart grew so much so quickly that I felt happy tears well in my eyes. “Let’s go back,” I said.

He didn’t ask me why. He didn’t need to.

Dominic took my hand and led us out of the forest.

Dominic

He stepped out of the bathroom bathed in its bright, pale light, slender and lean, beautiful in every way. His shoulders were broad, doubtless from lifting crates of inventory, sculpted to perfect roundness of exercise and hard work. His hair, black and unruly, was still damp from showering, and his chest glistened with droplets of water.

The gentle yellow lamplights softened Zain’s features as he held his hands together in what almost passed for shyness. He stood that way, letting me observe every last bit of him, his eyes big and wide and impossibly brown.

My gaze kissed him slowly as it trailed the length of his torso. His hands were joined under his abdomen, just barely covering his cock and balls. His smooth legs with defined muscles stood slightly apart.

“What do you think?” he whispered.

I took a step toward him. “If it were up to me, you’d never wear anything at all.”

“Naughty,” Zain said. His tone was playfully scolding as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other, all his muscles bunching and stretching in the movement. “And what would you do with me if I granted you that request?”

“Can’t you imagine?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

“Paint me a picture,” Zain said, no longer playful. There was a distinct breathiness in his tone when he was feeling seductive.

“I’d much rather show you,” I purred, my left hand sliding to his hip and rising along the side of his torso.

Zain inhaled, shuddering, and removed his hands from his crotch. His dick was thickening quickly, rising to invite me to my knees. “It’s not fair,” Zain said, half-choked.

“Why not?”

“You’re still dressed,” he said as if it pained him.

“I’m sure we can do something about that,” I offered as my hand moved further in, feeling his back for a moment before I pulled him closer, pressing his naked body against my clothes.

Zain clutched my vest and pulled it over my shoulders, dragged it down my arms, and let it fall on the floor just as he pressed himself hard against me, leaning on me to rise to the tips of his toes and press his mouth over mine.

He kissed me sweetly, letting the tip of his tongue venture carefully out of his mouth.

I welcomed it eagerly, both because I wanted him to know he was doing great and because it turned me on beyond my wildest fantasies. He kissed me more freely after that, breathing out over my lips and kissing me harder, his arms rising to wrap around my neck, his body rubbing seductively against mine.

I was sure he could feel how interested I was. My pants, rough and baggy as they were, did little to conceal the raging erection that wiped out all other thoughts from my mind. I was singularly aware of only this: Zain, the scent of his bodywash, the warmth of his flesh, the softness of his kisses, and the hardness of his cock pressing against my leg.

To be accepted—and, more importantly, wanted—by him was the most incredible privilege. The desire that he so shamelessly displayed was everything to me. It went so far beyond the needs of our bodies and into the realm of philosophy and religion.

The realization that I wanted him beyond our bodies, beyond the pleasures of our passionate acts, filled me with sudden longing.

There was no way to express this feeling. No way other than to show him what I felt.

My hands reached down to his firm, round ass, and I lifted him abruptly, making him gasp and laugh before he hurriedly continued kissing me, now towering above me as I lifted him higher. His naked body pressed harder against me, resting on me effortlessly, and he wrapped his legs around my waist, kissing me deeply all along.

“I want you,” I murmured over his lips. “All of you.”

“Here I am,” he whispered, speaking between the kisses. “Take me. Have me.”

I turned around and carried him toward my large bed. When I reached the edge of it, I didn’t drop Zain in the heatof passion. I lowered him gently instead, never breaking the contact between our lips.

Zain quickly grabbed the bottom edge of my sweater and pulled it along my torso until I stepped back and allowed him to take it off. He threw it somewhere to the side and extended his arms toward me, calling me to join him, but I paused.

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