Page 134 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

“I’ve thought about this all day,” I admit, watching as she pushes my shirt from my shoulders. “Having you in my bed again.”

“I’ve thought about it, too,” she confesses, her hands trailing down my chest to the waistband of my pants.

I capture her wrists, stopping her. “Not yet. Tonight is different.”

“Different how?” she asks, her head tilting slightly.

“Tonight I’m going to take my time with you.” I release her wrists and reach behind her to unclasp her bra. “Tonight I want to memorize every inch of you. My Greek Goddess.”

The bra joins her blouse on the floor. I run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms, back up to cup her breasts. Her nipples harden under my touch, and I brush my thumbs over them, drawing a soft gasp from her lips.

“Remember our contract?” I ask, bending to press a kiss to the curve of her neck. “The personal comfort clause?”

She nods, her eyes half-closed as I trail kisses down to her collarbone.

“I’m invoking it,” I murmur against her skin. “But tonight isn’t about release. It’s about taking what’s mine while I still can.”

Her breath catches. “Dom...”

I silence her with another kiss, walking her backward until her legs hit the edge of the bed. I lower her onto the mattress, my body covering hers, careful to keep most of my weight on my elbows.

“You wore my marks before,” I remind her, nipping at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. “I want to mark you again.”

“People will see,” she protests weakly, even as she tilts her head to give me better access.

“Good,” I growl against her skin. “Let them see. Let them know you belong to me.”

I suck hard at the spot, drawing the blood to the surface, marking her as mine. She moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders. When I pull back, there’s a dark red mark blooming on her pale skin.

Mine. Even if only for two more days.

I work my way down her body, leaving similar marks on her collarbone, the swell of her breast, her ribs. Each mark a testament to my possession. Each mark a memory I can take with me when she’s gone.

Her hands tangle in my hair as I move lower, my tongue tracing patterns on her stomach. I undo her tailored pants, dragging them down her legs along with her underwear. She lies naked beneath me, her chest rising and falling with each quick breath.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs.

She reaches for me, her fingers working at my belt. “Show me.”

I stand up just long enough to remove the rest of my clothes, then return to her. My cock is hard and aching between us. I take her hand and guide it to me, letting her feel my need for her.

“This is what you do to me,” I tell her, groaning as her fingers wrap around my length. “Every fucking day.”

“Dom,” she whispers, her voice thick with want. “Please.”

But I’m not ready to give her what she wants. Not yet. I move down her body, settling between her thighs. I brush my lips over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, feeling her shiver beneath me.

“I need to taste you first,” I tell her, my breath hot against her center. “Need to make you cum on my tongue.”

She whimpers, her hips lifting in invitation. I don’t hesitate, diving in with a hunger that surprises even me. My tongue finds her clit, circling the sensitive bud before flicking over it. She’s already wet, her pussy slick with arousal. The taste of her is intoxicating, and I moan against her, the vibration making her gasp.

I slip one finger inside her, then two, curling them to find that special spot. Her thighs tense around my head, her hands fisting in the sheets. I work her relentlessly, my tongue and fingers in perfect sync.

“Dom,” she cries out, her back arching. “Fuck. I’m close.”

I increase the pressure, sucking her clit into my mouth as my fingers pump faster. She cums with a shout, her body convulsing around my fingers, her thighs clamping down on my head. I work her through it, not stopping until she pushes weakly at my shoulders.

When I raise my head, she’s looking down at me with glazed eyes, her chest heaving. I crawl back up her body, pressing a kiss to her lips so she can taste herself on my tongue.

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