Page 66 of Most Eligible Billionaire

I think it might be true on a level he doesn’t mean. I don’t know how to feel about that. He slides the pads of his fingers over my lips. Lust runs thick between us.

“Open.”

I gaze up at him, knuckles grazing his steely abs.

“Wetness is not going to be a problem,” I say.

“Baby.” The word feathers my cheek. “You’re not the only one beating off to things these hands might do.” He slides a thumb over my bottom lip, pulling it down. “Open.”

I open and he slips two fingers between my lips, into my mouth. “Suck. Get them nice and wet. These are the fingers that are going to fuck your pussy.”

Heat rushes through me as I palm his bulge, as I suck his fingers, as I run my tongue over them. He slides them in and out, watching me.

“This is how you’re going to suck my cock when the time comes. Except you’re going to squeeze the root and give me a little teeth on the bottom. Try it.”

It’s so Henry to give me a tutorial on sucking his cock. I wrap my hand around his fingers and give him a little graze with my bottom teeth.

“Oh yeah. Perfect.”

He pulls out his fingers and anoints my nipples. They pebble in the cool breeze coming off the water.

“Only I see you.”

He pulls aside my panties with rough efficiency and curses, low and rumbly, when he finds me waxed and wet.

“Fuuuck,” he groans. “What have you been hiding under these librarian skirts?”

“Not books,” I say.

His fingertips brush my sensitive clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me, making me gasp.

A dimple appears on his cheek and I kiss it. It goes away, but then it appears again and I kiss it.

“What are you doing?”

“Being so into you I can barely think,” I say.

He pulls away, panting, eyes wild, beard stubble sparkling. “Oh, yeah?”

Suddenly I feel bare to him. Not just physically, but soul-deep bare. As if his fingers are everywhere inside me. “Yeah.”

He slips rough, thick fingers deeper between the folds of my sex. My head tips backwards onto the hard pillar, eyes drifting closed.

“Oh, yeah,” I say as he slides them against my clit with the perfect motion. He changes his angle, and this new sensation swirls through me, making me senseless and lightheaded.

“Do the nipple pluck thing,” I whisper.

He breathes out a shakyfuuuuck. “You are so…everything.” He does the nipple pluck thing and I cry out. It’s rougher than I expected. Better than I expected.

He exhales a shaky breath and kisses my cheek and then my ear. His teeth graze my earlobe, sending wicked lightning all through me. He plucks my nipple again, softer this time.

It’s like he’s learning me. Exposing my secrets. Stripping me bare for the first time.

His fingers send rippling heat up through my core.

His strokes go long and strong. He slides two fingers in. I suck in a short, sharp breath.

“I gotcha, baby.”

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