Page 14 of The Reluctant Billionaire

“Holy moly,” Jace breathed, standing back to take her in. She stood unselfconsciously, comfortable in her nudity, aware of her own feminine power. Her breasts were high and full, tipped with plump nipples which were almost black on her dark brown skin. A narrow waist flared to gloriously curvaceous hips and down to juicy thighs, which he’d been thinking about having wrapped around his neck since he first saw her in her spectacular red bikini early that morning.

“You are stunning,” he said reverently.

She smiled at him, chin lifted high and proud. “Get naked,” she ordered, and he shrugged hastily out of his shirt, fumbled at the button of his shorts, watching lustfully as she turned her back on him and slid onto the bed, sighing luxuriantly as she lay down on the silk sheets. “Ohhh, this bed is even more comfortable than it looks.”

Jace couldn’t get out of his clothes fast enough, almost tripping as he kicked off his shorts. His cock stood up stiffly, leading him toward Nessa’s lush body laid out on his bed, wanting to worship her.

She beckoned to him with a finger, smiling as he moved to the end of the bed and knelt at her feet, reaching to lightly grasp her ankles. “And what are you planning to do down there?” Nessa asked, hoping she already knew.

Jace’s smile was lopsided, his eyes hooded with lust as he looked up the length of her body. “I’m gonna eat you all up, gorgeous.” Slowly, he licked his lips before bending his head and pressing the first of many heated kisses on her leg. “So just lay back and relax.”

Somehow, she didn’t think she was going to be able to relax, not with Jace’s warm, skilled fingers and his hot mouth working up the inside of her legs, switching from one to the other, nibbling and licking. He started sucking a love bite onto the tender skin of her inner thigh, and the first involuntary moan escaped Nessa’s lips.

“If you don’t like anything I’m doing, just say so. Or shove me off,” Jace lifted his head long enough to say.

“Shut up and carry on,” Nessa commanded, her eyes closed.

Jace laughed and obeyed, his fingers sliding further up her thighs. She had strong, muscled legs–he guessed she was on her feet at least eight hours a day in the bar, which required a certain degree of physical fitness even if she did no other exercise. She shivered as he edged higher, goose bumps springing up on her skin; he kissed them, nuzzling at the softness of her inner thighs, tasting her skin. He smelled the salty-sweet tang of her arousal and glimpsed the moisture welling below her neatly-waxed black bush.

As Jace moved higher, Nessa lifted her knees, spreading her thighs wider, giving him tacit permission to do what he liked. His arms slid beneath her thighs, pushing them up onto his shoulders, his hands reaching to grasp her waist.

“You better hold on tight, beautiful.” His voice was lower than usual, a sensual rasp which scraped along her nerves, making her shiver in his hold. “I’m about to rock your world.”

Nessa’s teeth sank into her lower lip. Reaching down, she wrapped her hands around his wrists, holding on as he’d ordered. Jace made a low sound of approval, right before he pressed his tongue firmly against her clit.

Slim fingers clenched on his wrists and Nessa made a hissing noise between her teeth. Her clit was swollen, wet, under his tongue as he worked it over with slow, steady laps. He listened to her breathing quicken, feeling her thighs begin to tremble as they pressed on his shoulders. Patiently, he kept his pace slow, learning the exact pressure and movements to make her squirm and cry out, make her shudder and say his name in a low, husky voice which drove him wild. Grinding his hips against the bed in an effort to contain his own arousal, Jace kept at his self-appointed task until Nessa made a high, keening noise, her whole body tensing up, her hips lifting off the mattress to push herself harder against his face.

He sucked gently on her clit as she came, listening to her gasping breaths. He brought her down with care until she became too sensitive and let go of his wrist to push on the top of his head.

Leaning back and propping his chin on one hand, Jace grinned up at Nessa. “Feeling good?”

She made a vaguely incoherent noise and beckoned at him. “C’mere. Cuddle.”

“Sure.” He moved up to lie beside her, pulling her into his arms.

She sighed contentedly and reached to kiss him, not minding the taste of her own juices on his lips. Snuggling against him, she held on tightly for a little while. “You’re really good at that,” Nessa said finally.

“I aim to please.”

She giggled at the tone he affected, planting a kiss on his collarbone. “I feel like there’s something pressing I should remember, though.”

“Yeah?” Jace laughed too. His cock was indeed pressing hard against her stomach, shoving urgently at her even though he wasn’t moving.

She hadn’t taken a good look yet, so she moved back a little to eye him up. “Mm, hello.” He was long and thick, flushed with arousal, pre-cum beading at the tip. Reaching down to take him in hand, Nessa swiped her thumb over the creamy droplet, rubbed it gently into the head of his cock.

Jace made a hungry, eager little sound in his throat. Nessa looked up to meet his eyes and found them closed, his head thrown back. Blindly, he reached out to cup her breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples, rubbing them between finger and thumb as she stroked his cock.

His attention to her breasts renewed Nessa’s arousal, and she reached her free hand under the pillow to grab the condom she’d stashed there after her shower.

Jace opened his eyes as he heard the rip of the packet, smiling to see what she held. “I like a woman who thinks ahead.”

She grinned, rolling the condom down over his straining arousal. “Always prepared, that’s me.”

“Isn’t that the Boy Scouts’ motto?”

“It’s my motto. Call me a boy again and I won’t jump your bones and make you scream my name.”

Laughing, Jace rolled to his back, letting Nessa climb atop him, straddling his hips. “Trust me, beautiful, nobody could ever mistake you for a boy.” His hands described an hourglass shape, tracing the air an inch away from her breasts and hips.

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