Page 21 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

Eventually, his groan ends the silence. My pulse is loud in my ears, our breathing growing labored. He swipes at the seam of my lips and I open for him, only too happy for him to stake his claim.

Without severing our kiss, he scoops me up and deposits me on the oversized island.

He grabs the belt of the robe, pulling me forward until my ass teeters at the edge of the solid stone countertop. “Fucking delicious,” he says against my lips.

Then he’s kissing me again. Heat shimmers across my skin. He yanks the robe open, revealing my breasts to the cool air.

Lifting his head, he glances down, his expression so hungry my clit twitches. He’s not aggressive by any standard, but he looks at me and touches me with a possessiveness I never expected. And I love it.

I love how gruff his movements are, as if he’s so wound up, all finesse is gone. He can’t contain himself and he can’t slow down enough to be gentle. I don’t need gentle right now, I just need him.

“You’re perfect. Do you know that?”

“No.”

“You are.” He lowers his head, sucking on one of my aching nipples.

A harsh cry leaves my lips and I cling to him, loving the way he caresses me. There’s a reverence I wouldn’t have expected.

He moves back and forth between them, teasing each nipple until I’m crying out. Needing that last little bit to get me over the edge. And just as I’m about to beg for it, he pulls back and finishes opening the robe.

The counter bites into my ass, but I’m not going anywhere when he’s looking at me like that. When he’s dropping to his knees, shoving my thighs wide and sealing his mouth over my pussy.

He groans, tongue sliding up and down my slit.

I lay back, cupping my breasts.

He was serious about making me his dinner. Another fantasy come to life.

“Was this on your naughty list?”

“You know it,” he says and dives right back in, spearing me with his talented tongue.

Knowing that he probably tastes himself is extra wicked, and clearly he doesn’t mind it. He’s a broken record of moans as he eats me out.

I pinch down hard on my nipples and the flames licking my skin intensify. Anyone on the side porch could see what’s going on in here. The pendants over the island cast us in a spotlight. Just thinking about being watched gives me a rush.

“That’s it, honey.” Lick. “Give me everything.”

He moves his attention to my clit, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers. I whimper at how good it feels. The gentle suction on that tight bud, the way those long fingers curl and press against my g-spot.

“Come on my tongue, honey. Drown me.”

My orgasm explodes through me. So much pressure. So much heat. Is it possible to come out of your skin? Because it feels like it. It also feels like better than anything ever has.

Elliot pulls back just far enough, just long enough for my breathing to almost return to normal. My pulse, however, continues to thunder in my ears.

“Again.”

My thighs snap closed around his ears as he leans back in, hot breath against my sensitive skin.

“What? No— El?—”

He twists his fingers gently. Flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, like he’s coaxing her to come play again. And I don’t hate it. His touch is more delicate this time, and I’m already primed.

Flicking my nipples with my thumbs, there’s a corresponding jolt straight to my core. He feels it. Hums around my clit. My eyes roll back because seriously, I shouldn’t be on the precipice of another orgasm. Not this quickly.

“Put your feet on my shoulders, Lily.”

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