Page 2 of Her Billionaire Boyfriend

I wished I hadn’t said some of the thingsI’d said to him the night before. He’d needed to hear them, but Icould have been a lot gentler.

“I stand by the spirit of what I said.You’re here because you don’t want to face the way life has changedfor you. But I want us to leave here on a positive note.” I hopedhe understood. I hoped he didn’t think I was somehot-and-cold-running weirdo who couldn’t make up her mind aboutanything.

He sat back against the mountain of pillowsand studied my face a moment. “Leaving here in love is a positivenote.”

“Exactly. Let’s celebrate it.” I hopped upon my knees. “Let’s…go out with a bang.”

He laughed and pinched the bridge of hisnose. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, but right.” I swung a leg overhim to straddle his thighs. “Let’s have a few days of fun with thisnew boyfriend-and-girlfriend situation. We’d probably be fuckinglike rabbits back in New York, anyway.”

“Youwillstill come to New York withme?” He looked at me from beneath a furrowed brow. “This isn’t youtrying to back out of our one-week trial period?”

“The one week won’t start until we’re in NewYork.” I stuck out my hand. “What do you say, boyfriend? A couplemore days of sexual adventure? But we make it romantic?”

He took my hand and shook it firmly. “Ithink that sounds like an excellent idea, girlfriend. Where shouldwe start?”

“Breakfast. Maybe a picnic on the beach?” Isuggested, tapping a finger against my lips. “Nah, too sandy.”

“Mimosas on the terrace?” He slid down thebed.

I didn’t believe he had any intention ofmoving to the terrace. “Boring. We’ve done that.”

He insinuated a hand under my thigh andlifted up. I bent my knee, foot skimming along the deliciously softsheets. Placing a kiss on my sun-pinked skin, he murmured,“Breakfast in the pool, then?”

“In the pool?”

He leaned up to trail kisses to my knee. “Wecould put our plates on inner tubes or something.”

I laughed in disbelief. “It’s not even like,a normal thing you do, that they’re all set up for? You’re going tosnap your fingers and we’ve got floating breakfast?”

“You know I make things happen.” He walkedhis fingers down the path his lips had made. “Get used to it.”

I opened my mouth to make a smart reply, buthis fingertips found my clit before I could utter it.

“This,” I gasped. “This, I can get usedto.”

“I could get used to it,” he agreed as herolled between my thighs. “But I’m never going to get enough ofit.”

I made myself comfortable on the pillows andlet my knees fall apart. It astonished me how quickly I stoppedcaring about breakfast when his tongue pressed against me andswiped up and around my clit. Though our sex life was new, he’dclearly been paying attention; he knew exactly how to touch me,what I needed, and for how long. That wasn’t something a personlearned from buying a sex resort. That was the remarkable skill ofa good lover.

I hated the word “lover,” but there weresome people the term applied to.

While his mouth worked intensely over mymost sensitive part, he slid two fingers into my pussy, pumpingthem against my G-spot. Perfect pace, perfect pressure. Heknew.

Well, he knew my body. That was a lotdifferent than knowingme. And maybe that was what soappealed to me about being his princess, and him being my dragon.It was more than a playful game. Maybe it was the only way I couldtruly surrender myself to him.

If I wasn’t me, and he wasn’t him, itwouldn’t hurt to give him all of myself.

“Do you know what I’d like to do today?” Ibreathed, my eyelids fluttering closed.

He didn’t stop, but made a little “hmm?”that sent a shiver up my back.

“I want to do what I came here for. You weregoing to show me what it’s like to be dominated by you.” Fuck, thesensation of his wet mouth against my wetter cunt wasincredible.

“Haven’t we done that?”

I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as Iconsidered. “Not in the way you originally described. Let me beyour Princess. Let me please my Dragon.”

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