Page 38 of A Billionaire Rebel

She worked on her bra as I tugged on her jeans, cursing them quietly as she laughed. I managed to get them off, going to my knees for the final bit. Then I curled my fingers behind her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed, making her laughter fade away. I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties, then paused, letting my gaze travel up her body to get my first good look at her.

Her skin was flushed, her lips slightly swollen and parted. Her nipples were tight, a beautiful dusky color, and I was eager to have them in my mouth, but there was something else I wanted to taste first.

I kissed the inside of each thigh, and then gripped her hips, holding her in place as I ran the flat of my tongue between her legs. She gasped, and I smiled.

“You might want to cover your mouth,” I suggested. “Don’t want to wake anyone up.”

The moment my tongue went between her folds, her moan was muffled, telling me she’d followed my suggestion. As I used my tongue to coax all sorts of sounds from her, a question popped into my head: had Davin ever used something to quiet a partner? I pushed the question away, determined to be in the present, but I knew it’d come back to me later, the way other questions had appeared in my head on and off since my discovery.

I slid my tongue inside her, shifting my position so I could use my thumbs to hold her open for better access. She squirmed, the tension in her body building until I suspected she was close to coming. What we’d done on the couch had wound us both up, and she was ready to explode.

A hand came down on my head as I sucked on her clit, and her grip tightened when I pushed two fingers inside her. Keeping her clit between my lips, I flicked my tongue back and forth across the swollen piece of flesh until her entire body went stiff, her back arching. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I eased her through the orgasm, letting up only when she went limp, hand falling away from her mouth to allow the sound of her panting to fill the room.

It was almost painful to stand up, the motion making my clothes chafe against my cock. I kicked the last of my clothes aside and tore open the condom wrapper.

“How aren’t you the most arrogant man on the planet?”

Jae’s question surprised me, and I looked down to see her grinning at me with a lazy smile. Her gaze dropped to where I was rolling on the condom.

“You’re good for my ego,” I said.

She rolled her eyes as she pushed herself farther up the bed to get her legs all the way on the mattress. “You’re gorgeous, and you clearly know what you’re doing. That alone is enough to be cocky about.”

I chuckled as I moved onto the bed. “I like your word choice.”

She laughed, her eyes dancing. “Of course you do.”

I leaned down to kiss her, and she parted her lips, tongue slipping into my mouth. I took advantage of her exploration to fill my hands with her breasts, fingers, and thumbs plucking at her nipples until she was squirming again.

I tore my mouth away from hers and kissed down her throat and collarbone on my way to her breasts. She moaned as I took her nipple between my lips and the sounds became louder.

“Shh,” I murmured before scraping my teeth across the sensitive skin.

“Please,” she begged. “I want you inside me.”

It wasn’t easy to work the first inch into her without taking my mouth off her, but I managed it, a shudder running down my spine at the wet heat scorching me. Her hands clutched at me, legs wrapped around me, urging me deeper. I groaned as I surged forward, filling her even as her pussy molded around my cock.

I rested for a moment, and then pulled back, raising up a bit so I could look at her. “Grab behind your knees and pull your legs up to your chest.”

She did as I asked, her eyes going wide as the change of position allowed me to slip deeper. I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from cursing out loud. She felt better than anything else ever had, and I wanted to make her feel the same way.

Despite the urge to take her hard and fast, I made each stroke slow and deep, bottoming out before drawing back until only an inch was still inside. She pressed her lips together, unable to cover her mouth while still holding on to her legs.

Watching her try to control her responses reminded me again of the conversation I’d had with Davin. The thought was fleeting, though, because nothing could distract me from her for long.

I curled over her to reach her mouth, changing my thrusts to shorter, shallower ones, but we were both close enough that it didn’t take much to tip her over the edge again. She let go of her legs, and they splayed open.

I drove into her two, three times, and then followed, the climax racing through my body as I held her tight. When my legs started working again, I’d clean myself up, but I didn’t plan on going anywhere farther than the bathroom. Unless she asked me to leave, I would stay right here next to her for the night.

Twenty-One

Jae

I wipedthe condensation from the mirror and stared at my reflection, as if it’d give me an idea of how I was supposed to handle today. The only funeral I’d ever been to had been for a friend of my grandparents, and I’d only gone because Mom had said the entire family had been expected to come. At eight- or nine-years-old, it’d been more boring than sad.

Today would be nothing like that. Bair Appleton hadn’t been a friend, but he’d meant something to a lot of people, and he’d been a friend to someone I cared about. He’d also been young and died suddenly in a way that could’ve happened to anyone. The grief I felt wasn’t for my own loss, but in sympathy to those who’d always have an empty spot in their lives because he was missing. It was hurting for seeing others’ pain.

And I didn’t know how to be that person with all the attention that would be on me today. I didn’t want anyone thinking I was trying to pretend I’d known Bair, but I also didn’t want to look cold. Not because I particularly cared what the media would say about me, but I didn’t want anyone coming after Damon for anything I did or said.

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