Page 288 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

“Come here,” he says, and I crawl over him again until he’s pulling my head down toward him, kissing me deeply.

Zach’s hands around me now, he unfastens my bra, the cold air of the air conditioner hitting my skin. Zach’s face turns a deeper shade, and he lifts his head to kiss my breasts.

His lips and his tongue are concentrated heat, and I’m so wet there’s nothing left for me to do but slip off the tanga. So, I manage to leave Zach’s incredible touch, though only for a second, and a moment later, I’m naked on top of him, my hand going between his legs.

“Are you sure you’re ready for something like this?” he asks. “You’ve been pretty reserved—”

“I think I’ll be all right,” I tell him.

He doesn’t argue as I run the tip of him against my waiting pussy.

For a moment, I press him against my clit. “We should probably go to the bedroom, though,” I tell him.

“Naomi’s not on her way home, is she?” he asks.

“No,” I answer. Kissing him on the lips, I whisper, “But that’s where the condoms are.”

The whole way to the bedroom, Zach’s hands are on my hips or cupping my breasts. When we get to the doorway, he bends down, works an arm under my knees, another under my arm, and he picks me up and carries me into the room.

I giggle and kiss him, and he lays me down on the bed before him. For a few seconds, I lie here, bare and open, and he gazes over my body.

The most difficult part about being woefully insecure is not letting him know it. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone.

“Where are they?” he asks, his eyes now focused between my legs with such intensity I’d swear I can feel it.

In my sexiest, most casual way, I point to my dresser, saying, “Top drawer.”

I may have been in the dry spell to end all dry spells, but that doesn’t mean a girl doesn’t hold out some hope.

Zach grabs the box and opens it. He takes a condom from inside and comes back over to the bed as he opens it.

“Here,” I say, holding out my hand.

He gives me the condom, and I move into a halfway decent position to put it on him. Placing the condom over him, I kiss his chest and his stomach.

Now properly sheathed, Zach tells me to lie back. I do, and he leans forward and puts himself between my legs, hesitating a moment at my opening before sliding himself inside of me.

My mouth is open, but I can’t speak. I can hardly breathe.

He goes slow, easing himself in, bit by bit. Once he’s covered in my dripping juices, though, the tempo steadily increases.

My legs are hanging over the side of the bed, and Zach is bending down to deliver dozens of eager kisses to my lips, my neck, my breasts.

I’d close my eyes if I didn’t think I’d wake up.

Zach lifts my legs, so my feet rest against his chest, and I almost feel like a virgin again, only this time, there’s no blinding pain.

He’s so deep in me now, and I’m writhing in delight on the bedspread as he enters me again and again. Right as I’m getting to where I feel like my body can’t contain all of the pleasure he’s giving me, though, I hear a door somewhere else in the apartment open and close.

My eyes go wide.

“Hold on,” I whisper.

He stops. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Did you hear that?” I respond.

“Yeah, it sounds like Naomi just got in,” he answers. “Why?”

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