Page 96 of The Billionaires' Gamble
With his shorts gaping open, King reaches for Katherine again. There’s an ease between them that makes the calloused parts of my soul soften just a bit. It’s hard not to think in absolutes like favorites. Most. Best. But it’d be impossible to say who was happiest or most grateful that we got her back in one piece.
Once he’s stripped her bare, he nods at me. “Someone’s overdressed.”
She turns my way, a sultry smile playing over her lips. “Can’t have that.”
Her hands slide beneath my t-shirt, skimming my abs. My muscles clench beneath her fingertips as she pushes the hem north. My eyes close as I drink in her touch, memorizing the temperature of her skin, the teasing flick of her thumbnail over my left nipple. I lift my arms over my head, and when she reaches the end of her ability to complete the task, I help her out, then whip the fabric around her waist to pull her closer.
Drawing her to me, I bow my head. With her hands pressed against my chest, she stretches up onto her tiptoes. Tangling my hands in the soft fabric, I keep her right against me, bending my knees just enough to close the gap. Her lips part, and I can feel the breathless anticipation pouring from her.
I’m not ready to give her what she wants just yet. Slowly, I shower kisses across her forehead, down one cheek, up to the tip of her nose, then the other cheek. Only when she whimpers do I give in and claim her lips.
Somehow, she finds another inch of height, kissing me back like it’s our last.
No fucking way that’s happening. I plan on making out with this woman until we’re old and gray and our grandkids are hiding their eyes as they screech about how embarrassing we are.
Katherine shoves her hands down the back of my pants, grabbing my ass. “You are so… edible.”
Gently, she bites my chest. My breath hisses between my teeth, and when I reach for her hips, she suddenly sinks to the floor, taking my pants with her. She gives a lusty little moan when my dick springs free.
Fuck, I’m so hard for her.
King’s right there with me, dick in hand, giving it slow strokes as he watches Katherine strip me. Once she’s done, she sits back on her heels, raking me with a needy glance.
It might be a submissive pose, but she looks like a fresh-faced goddess and definitely has us wrapped around her little finger. She spreads her thighs just enough to give me a peek at heaven.
Reaching out, I graze a finger along her jaw. She leans into my touch, snags my thumb between her teeth, and sucks.
Kingston and I groan in unison.
She releases me with a smile and then turns. “Now you’re the one who’s overdressed.”
I fully expect him to trip over himself and fling his shorts across the room with typical Kingston Saint gusto. So I’m surprised when he quirks a brow at her.
“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, all traces of playfulness gone.
If I weren’t so tuned in to Katie Bird, I would miss the shiver that races through her. I don’t have to see her face to know she’s positively giddy.
Surprise of all surprises: the happy-go-lucky sunshine personality just went behind the clouds.
I instantly recognize the dominance bleeding out of the man in front of me. What I want to know is, where did he keep that part of him hidden? And how?
Raising up on her knees, she takes him in hand and latches on to the end of his cock. Hands on his hips, his head drops back as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Take my shorts off,” he says as she takes him deep.
Her hands slide to his hips and tugs his shorts and briefs off. He steps out of them and kicks them away, dislodging her. She immediately turns, reaching for me. A few strokes, a couple of licks, and then she’s back on Kingston.
Back and forth, she gives us both attention, completely in the moment and devoted to the task at hand. There’s something about watching her pleasure another man, even when she keeps one hand on me. It’s almost like I can feel everything she’s doing to him. The way she teases the sensitive underside of his cock with the tip of her tongue, then gives a firm, downward stroke of her hand, using their combined moisture to ease the way.
Fuck me. I’m losing it… one blissed-out moan at a time.
“That’s enough,” he says, still sounding in control. “You were trying to suck my soul out, weren’t you?”
Katie Bird gives a little hum of agreement, followed by an unrepentant smile. He scoops her up beneath the arms and puts her on her feet. A quick tongue tangle later, and he swats her ass.
“On the bed, Wildfire. All fours.” Without waiting for her to comply, he crawls across the mattress and flips onto his back, dick pointing to the sky.
My gut tightens, and I fist my cock, fighting back my orgasm. He’s so damned comfortable in his skin. Every move oozes confidence.
