Page 42 of A Billionaire Rebel

Being bent over like this couldn’t be comfortable, but I was confident I could give her enough pleasure to make the discomfort worth it. If I didn’t drag it out too long. Still, I didn’t want to hurt her.

I nudged her ankles apart and slid my hand down between her legs. She moaned, and I smiled. I loved that sound. I moved a single finger beneath the damp fabric and pushed the digit inside her. She was wet but still tight. I moved my finger up to her clit, and her body jerked when I touched that little bundle of nerves. Half a dozen small circles with light pressure was all it took to get her squirming.

“Please, Damon,” she pleaded.

I lowered her to the bed to rest on her chest and shoulders for a moment while I unzipped my pants and rolled on the condom. I didn’t even bother to push my pants down. With one hand, I grabbed the handcuffs, and the other pulled aside her panties to allow me to slide the tip of my cock up and down for a moment to slick the condom before guiding it where we both wanted it.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I buried myself in her with one quick thrust.

She cursed, her entire body shaking as we both took a second to adjust to us coming together. I waited long enough to give her a chance to tell me to stop, and then I was moving. Using her restrained hands as leverage, I drove into her twice, then paused, worried that I was being too rough, but her moans and whimpers turned into words.

“Damon…fuck…so good…”

I drew back and then thrust into her, taking her as fast and hard as I dared. Except her pleas made it clear that I didn’t need to hold back.

“Harder…please, don’t stop…fuck…fuck…”

I was already wound too tight, and her encouragement just made it worse. I wasn’t going to last long. Before I could even try to get her there with me, I lost control, swearing as I came. I curled forward over her back, bracing us with a hand on the bed as I pulsed inside her, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

My knees went weak, and I took us both to the mattress, finally back in my head enough to wrap an arm around her to get my fingers between her legs and finish her off with just a few rough passes, holding her tight as she climaxed and wincing as her pussy clamped down on my softening cock. A shudder ran through me, an almost mini second orgasm.

What Jae breathed out a few moments later summed it up for me too.

“Wow. Intense.”

Twenty-Three

Jae

In my entire life,I’d never almost walked into a door until half an hour ago when Damon and I had walked out of my apartment. He’d laughed, but it’d been the sort of good-natured laugh that I couldn’t help joining in, despite the fact that my face was burning with embarrassment.

I refused to be embarrassed about sex, though. Sure, my parents hadn’t exactly been the type of people to casually talk about sex, but the one thing my mom had always pushed with us girls was to never be ashamed of who we were or what we enjoyed.

She probably hadn’t been thinking in terms of me embracing being handcuffed and bent over my bed for sex, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t the one who’d encouraged me to never be ashamed of what I wanted or liked, no matter how traditional or unconventional.

My head was still spinning when we got to Damon’s house, and I gratefully accepted his hand to help me out of the car. He took my bag, and we went up to his condo, making small talk about music and the take-out we’d picked up at the family-owned Italian restaurant two blocks over.

We didn’t talk about what he’d gotten at the pharmacy across the street from the restaurant while I waited for our orders or about what we’d done at my place. We talked about Kalini and Hawk and how Holden had come together. We didn’t talk about the handcuffs he’d tucked into his jacket pocket.

Right now, we were talking about work.

“Did you know Starla before you worked for her?”

“No, but it only took a few minutes talking to her for us to become friends. It was one of those rare, instant friendships.” I picked up my empty plate and carried it into the kitchen, neatly spinning out of his way when he tried to take the plate from me. “I can clean up after myself, thank you.”

He came after me with his own dishes in one hand and wrapped his free arm around my waist, picking me up. I shouted, nearly dropping my plate. He just laughed and carried me the rest of the way to the kitchen.

“Put me down! You’re going to drop me!” I kicked my legs.

He popped me on my bottom. “I am if you don’t quit squirming.”

Still, despite my movements, he managed to keep a grip on me and get the dishes put into the sink. Once both of his hands were free, he lifted me onto the counter, which put us at the same height. I hooked my hands together behind his neck and spread my knees to allow him to stand between them. His hands slid up my thighs, and I shivered.

Damn, the things this man could do to me.

The problem was, I admitted as I looked into his eyes, it wasn’t only my body that he effected. My heart gave an unsteady thump, and I told it to behave itself. I wasn’t going to fall for Damon Holden. I would enjoy our time together, and hopefully, get to keep a friend when he moved on. I had no illusions about how different our lives were.

“Are you sure you’re okay with what we did earlier?” He looked concerned but was still touching me, which meant he wasn’t asking because I’d done something to make him think I wasn’t good with it, but rather because he was a decent man who wanted to make sure he hadn’t accidentally pressured me into something I didn’t want.

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