Page 43 of A Billionaire Rebel

“I’m great with it,” I said honestly. “In fact, I’m pretty sure my brain didn’t start working again until just a few minutes ago.”

“Really?”

I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to sound quite so pleased with yourself.”

He laughed, and I finally saw the last of the shadows of today disappear. “Come on, when people bring something new into the bedroom, and it’s good – not just good, butgreat– I think I have a right to be pleased.”

He hadn’t used the wordcouple, but what he’d said meant he at least saw us as something more than just fuck buddies for a week. I refused to read more into it than there was, but it did make me want him again. And the idea that popped into my head was far too appealing not to try.

“Now, there’s an interesting expression.” He leaned in and brushed his lips across mine. “What are you thinking about?”

“Dessert,” I said, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him back. I hopped down from the counter and went to the fridge. If he was disappointed in the apparent change of direction, he didn’t say anything. “I noticed you had some ice cream toppings in here. It would be a shame for them to go to waste.”

He still didn’t appear to get it until I grabbed the waistband of his pants with one hand and brandished the can of whipped cream with the other. Then his eyes went to the sort of deep blue that came with hot summer days and scorching sun. He leaned back against the counter as I went to my knees. I pulled his underwear down with his pants, and he pulled his shirt over his head, leaving me with a mouth-watering view.

“Are you sure modeling isn’t your true calling?” I asked as I ran my hands up his muscular thighs, the hair rough against my palms. “Like nude modeling for artists? Becausedamn. Michelangelo would’ve loved you.”

Damon smiled wide enough for me to realize how deep his dimples really were. He usually kept a bit of scruff on his cheeks, but he’d shaved his face smooth this morning. For the first time, I could really see the resemblance between Davin and him.

“I couldn’t be still that long.”

I thought about it a moment and laughed. “You’re right.” I picked up the can of whipped cream. “But you’ll stay still for me while I enjoy my dessert, right?”

He reached down and caught my chin, running his thumb along my bottom lip. “Darlin’, if it means I get to have my cock in your mouth, I’ll do anything you want.”

His drawl was thick and sweet, making me shiver. I could get addicted to this.

The first bit of whipped cream made him curse. “It’s cold,” he complained.

“Aww, poor baby,” I teased. “Need me to warm you up?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer before I licked it off. He put his hands on the counter, fingers curling around the edge. This time, he didn’t say a word as I covered his skin, the weight of his gaze never leaving me.

Putting my hands on his thighs, I leaned forward and took the tip of him between my lips. Sucking off the sweet cream made him swell and thicken in my mouth. I took my time, ignoring the ache in my knees and jaw.

I’d never actually wanted to give someone a blow job, but the first time I’d seen him naked, I’d wondered what it would feel like, taste like. Now, I’d never be able to eat whipped cream without thinking of him.

I licked off long swipes before going back to clean each inch more thoroughly. By the time my hands joined in, one of them wrapped around the base of his cock and the other playing with his balls, his entire body was tense and ready to explode.

I ran my tongue from root to tip, tracing the thick vein before circling around the head. This time, when I took him in my mouth, I let him slide across my tongue until I couldn’t take even another millimeter.

“Jae, darlin’, please,” he groaned.

I loved that I could make his accent come back full force.

A hand came down on my head, and I let him hold me in place, trusting that he would let me go if I needed him to. His touch was firm but not aggressive, and it made something inside me take notice. Maybe next time I’d ask if he wanted to be a little more forceful. The idea of letting him take that control appealed to a deeper part of me.

“I’m going to come,” he warned, his voice strained.

In response, I lightly touched my teeth to his skin, and his entire body jerked as if he’d gotten an electrical shock. Then he was filling my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair. When he relaxed, I pulled back, looking up at him as he slipped from between my lips.

“That,” he panted, “was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

I blushed and took the napkin he offered to wipe my mouth. “We’re going to need to shower. It was fun, but messy.”

“Not yet,” he said with a grin. “I haven’t had my dessert yet, and I’m in the mood for chocolate syrup.”

Twenty-Four

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