Page 193 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 2
Tonight hadn’t gone exactly as I had planned. I got back late from Daphne’s dress appointments. And then James and I fell asleep watching TV.
Not that falling asleep with James was bad. It was actually perfect. I loved falling asleep snuggled up next to him. But it wasn’t exactly sexy. And I was not going to let today slip us by without a proper seduction. So when he went to get ready for bed I’d snuck down here, stripped, and sauced myself up. It was the perfect plan.
I texted him back: “I thought you might like a midnight snack.”That’s right. Come devour me on our makeshift sex altar.
“I’m good. I’ll be in bed.”
What? No.He had to come down here. He needed to lick this syrup off me like he was starving. I needed it. I’d been daydreaming about this all day. How could I get him to come down here? I needed to lure him with something that only he could do for me.
Got it.“But I need help opening something,” I texted back. Wow that did not sound sexy at all. I’d been so good with the innuendo up until that text. I quickly typed out another text. “I mean…I just need help with something.” There that was better. Kind of. God, why was I so bad at this? Thedessert is on meline was so perfect. Because the chocolate syrup was literally on me. And now he just thought I needed help opening a jar of peanut butter or something. Peanut butter was not sexy.
I heard his feet on the steps and arched my back again. I could still recover. I heard him pause in the kitchen.
“Penny?” he called.
“In here!”
I bit my lip and tried to look as seductive as possible when I saw him through the archway. Instead of walking into the room, he paused, leaning against the doorjamb.
His eyes raked over my body. “So what do you need help opening exactly?”
Gah.“I didn’t mean to send that text. I meant I need help with…something.”
“And what pray tell does my wife need help with?”
I really liked when he called me his wife. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “I need help…coming.” It was the first thing I could think of. I cleared my throat. “I mean, I made a mess and I need help cleaning it up.” I shook my head. “What I really meant wasdessert is on me.”See. It’s literally on me.
He pushed himself off the doorjamb and walked over to me. “So let me get this straight. You need help cleaning up?” He dipped his finger into the chocolate syrup and spread it around, leaving a trail of deliciousness around my left nipple.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“You need help coming?” he was holding back a smirk.
“Yes.”
“And my dessert isonyou?” His finger was still swirling around my nipple. “Or you are my dessert?”
“Both.”
“Well you texted the right guy.” He put his finger that had been circling my nipple into his mouth. “I can help you with all of those things.”
“Good.” I arched my back a little more.
“But my services aren’t free.”
I really hadn’t thought this scenario through. I was completely naked on the table. I didn’t have any cash on me. “My purse is in the other room.”
“Not cash.” He grabbed my hands and pulled me backward until my head was dangling from the edge of the table. He traced his fingers through the chocolate syrup between my breasts and lowered his pajama bottoms. And then he pumped his hand up and down his thick erection, spreading the syrup all over him. “You can pay me with your mouth.”
Before I could even think of a smart reply he thrust himself into my mouth. God, he tasted like chocolatey goodness. I wasn’t even hungry, but now I was dying for more.
I tried to reach out and grab his ass, but he was pressing the backs of my hands down on the table. I was completely at his mercy.
“Just like that, baby,” he said. “Take every inch and maybe I’ll do what you asked.”
I moaned.
“You’re soaking wet right now, aren’t you? You love ending the night with my cock in your mouth. It’s the only dessert you crave.”
