Page 14 of The Good Billionaire

I doubt that too.

Although, I was good at giving head. Seb had taught me well. And I enjoyed it. Enjoyed the power it gave me.

“You didn’t answer if you have any condoms on you,” I said, licking the sides.

The way he groaned, he may not last, rendering that point moot.

“I don’t have any, Kennedy. I don’t carry condoms in my wallet.” He stroked my forehead, pushing in and out of my mouth. “I trust my cousin has some lying around.”

“I’d be very disappointed if Grayson didn’t use up a full pack every time.”

“Like we used to in school?” Seb lowered his mouth to mine. “Are you not on the pill anymore, babe?”

I breathed and wondered what to tell him. Figuring what the hell because I wanted sex, the dirty, messy kind with the man I loved, I uttered, “Yeah, Seb. I am.”

He stared at me and the wicked gleam in his eyes tightened my nipples. “Take off your clothes.”

Standing, I undressed with his eyes on me, raking over every inch of my skin. What was happening? Had I looked so forlorn in the OR, the bakery,andwhen I showed up at the hotel? Yet, there I was sliding off my thong.

“Do you always wear a thong nowadays?”

“No.”

“Is that because you were meeting me?”

“I wore these all the time, Seb.”

“I’m a moron for not noticing.”

In fairness, he wasn’t around when I put them onandwhen I took them off in defeat at night because he hadn’t come home.

His mouth landed on mine, hard. His hands touched me everywhere since I was now naked.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned, his fingers sliding into my slick folds. “Lay down.”

This weekend I would pretend to still be happily married. Still be in love. I didn’t have to pretend about the love part. Only the happy part. He lowered to his knees and with my leg overhis shoulder, he teased my skin. One lick and I’d barrel over the edge in a few seconds.

“Don’t stop,” I whined, writhing against his hot mouth.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he said, now rubbing me with his fingers.

I looked down and caught his eyes, blazing green. “Are you holding my orgasm hostage?”

He winked and next, his mouth disappeared between my thighs. I shattered under his tongue and my world out spun of control.

“On the bed. Facedown,” he commanded after my waves stopped.

“Yes, doctor.” I climbed up on the bed and his hands gripped my hips.

“Fucking gorgeous, Kenna. Mine. This is still mine.” He pushed his way into me. Bare.

This was wrong. So wrong.

Sex with the ex. Only, I wasn’t his ex. He refused to sign the divorce papers.

“No one, Kenna. No one got me this crazy. You... I was made for you.” He punished me with deep, hard thrusts.

Lying facedown, I let him fill me with his cock, burying himself so damn deep. Hitting the end of me, shattering me as I grunted. Seb was always vocal in bed. He gripped my butt cheeks spreading me wider.

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