Page 12 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

Fuck, I want to mark her there.

But I won't. Notthere. Not with her family showing up in a few days.

My erection is hard evidence of where this is going. Just how far gone I am for her. Nothing's ever felt as naughty as Lily's slender thigh hooked over my hip, that hot little cunt pressed tight to my crotch.

Pantyless.

I need to make sure she knows how much I like it. That I’ve thought about her nonstop and I can’t go back to ignoring things. She needs to understand just how deeply I want her.

"More—" Another sweet plea from her lips. A breath against my skin. A single word that quakes through me.

"I'm going to give you everything, kitten. I have a whole naughty list of things I want to do with you. To you."

She nods, on board with that idea.

Finally!

The snarl comes from deep inside, the beast I've kept locked away is unleashed. Free to go after what it wants, no longer hiding in the shadows and ignoring my darkest desires.

I've pushed all that aside for too long. Decades too long. Keeping myself in check as I built my career and lately because of fear and propriety and ill-guided respect. She's finally given me the freedom to act on the feelings I've kept carefully locked away.

Frustration twists in my chest. She gave me that permission a year ago, and I was an idiot.

Pushing aside the remorse, I focus on the present and our future. Because one kiss and I'm a goner. With chemistry like this, what else could I possibly want? With a woman as smart and poised and caring as Lily, I'm the luckiest man in the universe.

Lily drops her foot to the floor and grabs the hem of her dress, gathering the soggy fabric. "Off—" She grumbles as she wrestles against the weight of it. It's plastered to her skin.

Which is where I want to be.

I chuckle at her twisted lips. Such a cute little pout.

I drop a kiss there. "As adorable as the situation is, it's time for that dress to get out of my way."

"Yes, please."

I've been dreaming of getting her naked and feeling all that perfect skin against mine. I help her remove the dress. It joins the quickly growing pile of clothing on the bathroom floor.

Fuck me. She's perfection. A curvy, feminine package that makes my cock even harder as I imagine her without the red bra.

"It's like you wrapped yourself up for me."

She smirks. "Maybe I did."

"Lily—" Her name is a warning. "Do not tempt a hungry man. A man who's been dying for you, kitten."

She unbuttons my shirt, a saucy expression on her youthful face. "And whose fault is that, Mr. Rivers?"

Damn, she's going to keep me on my toes, isn't she? I love it. Her spunk, her mind, the way she's never backed down from a challenge in her whole life.

"Mine. Entirely mine." I trace the edges of her bra with my fingertip.

She shivers beneath my touch, then makes a pleased sound. "At least you own up to it."

That sobers me. I hook a finger beneath her chin, forcing her to look up at me. "Always. I will always own my mistakes, especially where we're concerned."

I'll do what it takes to build her trust.

She pops the last button free and pushes it out of the way, hands gliding over my torso. Slowly at first, reverent, and then bolder, exploring me. I try to stay healthy, but I'd rather go running or hiking than spend hours in the gym.

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