Page 9 of My Big, Fat, Accidental Billionaire Husband

But Dom doesn’t laugh or dodge the question. His eyes darken as they move over my face. “Intensely. Since the moment you fell into me at the pool.”

“Before that,” I admit, the words tumbling out. “I’ve noticed you. At Christopher’s office. You never really looked at me.”

His hand slides up my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I looked. I just didn’t let you catch me.”

“Why?”

“Professional boundaries. Christopher’s very protective of his staff.” His fingers trace patterns on my skin that feel like they’re burning straight through to my soul. “But we’re not in his office now, are we?”

I shake my head slowly, my entire body humming with anticipation. “No, we’re not.”

Time becomes fluid after that. His mouth finds mine, or maybe mine finds his, and the kiss is explosive. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I can taste the alcohol and something sweeter underneath, can feel every ridge of his lips against mine. When his tongue slides against mine, I make a sound I’ve never heard myself make before. Hungry, raw, passionate.

My hands are in his hair, which is somehow both silky and slightly rough against my fingers. His hands, meanwhile, are everywhere. At my waist, my back, sliding down to grip my ass through the borrowed bikini bottoms. I’m practically in his lap now, all sense of public decorum evaporated.

Dimly, I’m aware that we’re still in the cabana with others around. I break the kiss, breathless. “We can’t... not here.”

Dom’s eyes are nearly black with desire. He glances over at one of his security guys and makes a quick cutting motion across his throat.

“What are you telling him?” I ask, fascinated by the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.

“To make sure we have complete and utter fucking privacy,” he growls, the profanity sending an unexpected thrill through me.

He stands, pulling me with him. We’re moving through the cabana toward the back where I changed earlier. The bathroom. My drug-addled brain catches up just as he pulls me inside and locks the door behind us.

I barely have time to register where we are before Dom has me pressed against the wall, his mouth on my neck.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Don’t you dare,” I gasp as his hands find the ties of my bikini top.

With a deft movement, he unties the knot Sabrina so carefully created earlier. The fabric falls away.

I should feel exposed, vulnerable. Instead, I feel powerful as his eyes drink me in.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, cupping my breasts in his large hands.

When his mouth closes around my nipple, my knees weaken and I collapse from the intensity of sensation. Everything is heightened. The wet heat of his tongue, the slight scrape of stubble against my sensitive skin, the pressure of his thumbs as they circle my other nipple.

Is this real? Has the drug just made mediocre foreplay seem earth-shattering? Or is he actually this good?

“Stop thinking,” Dom commands, somehow reading my mind. “Just feel.”

And then he’s kissing his way down my stomach, dropping to his knees in front of me. His hands hook into the waistband of the bikini bottoms, pulling them down with agonizing slowness. I step out of them when they pool at my feet, completely naked while he remains frustratingly clothed.

“Not fair,” I protest weakly.

He looks up at me from his position on the floor, and the sight of Dominic Rossi on his knees before me is almost enough to make me cum on the spot.

“Life rarely is,” he says with a wicked grin before pressing his face between my thighs.

The first swipe of his tongue has me clutching at his shoulders. The second has me biting my lip to keep from screaming. By the third, I’ve lost all capacity for coherent thought.

He devours me like a man starving, his tongue alternating between broad strokes and precise flicks against my clit. His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as my legs threaten to give out. When he slides a finger inside me, curving it to hit exactly the right spot, I cum with a suddenness that startles us both.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I chant, my hips bucking against his face as waves of pleasure crash through me.

Dom doesn’t stop, working me through the orgasm and straight into another one that hits even harder. My hands find his hair, gripping tightly as my body convulses.

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