Page 28 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
He moved to the side of the bed. “In front of someone.”
My heart started beating quicker than a hummingbird’s wings, and I swallowed. “No.”
“Then, let’s change that.”
He ripped the covers from my body and allowed the towel to fall from around his waist, eyeing me hungrily as if I was a cool oasis on a hot, summer day. It was wild how desired this man could make me feel. “Touch yourself now.”
“I can’t do that.” The idea of touching myself in front of him wasn’t one that was appealing to me.
“Why not?” he asked, curiously as if that didn’t make any sense to him.
I snorted and shook my head. “You’re here. Why don’t you touch me?” It’s obvious that whatever spark that there was between us wasn’t going to go away with just two rounds of fucking. Maybe a couple more and then we could call it quits and go back to solely hating each other’s existences.
“That’s not what I want right now.”
“Why does what you want matter?”
“Because you make me happy, and I’ll do the same.”
My eyes fluttered shut as I thought about just how happy he could make me, trying desperately to calm down my racing heart. I felt like a girl who couldn’t control heremotions, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that’s all I was.
“Do it.”
I let out a shaky breath and moved my hand back to the position that it was in before I knew he was there. “What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever makes you feel the best.”
“You feel the best,” I admitted.
“Think of this as the appetizer, and I’ll be your main course.”
Can this man get any sexier?
Trying to emulate how Richie touched me, I let my finger slide along my nub, but the same fire wasn’t there. Instead, I slipped two fingers inside of my pussy, feeling them get coated in my juices.
I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter than I was right now, and when I opened my eyes and saw Richie staring straight at me, even more liquid surged out.
“I want you to rub your thumb against your clit,” he suggested, and I followed his directions obediently, pulsing against my fingers and wanting desperately for him to be the one touching me and not the other way around.
He crawled into bed but didn’t lay a finger on me while I continued.
A knock on my door halted me in my tracks.
“Kandy Kane.” It was my grandmother’s voice on the other side, and I let my hand fall, my eyes getting huge with panic.
But Richie wasn’t prepared to let that be the end.
His hand took up the spot of mine, and he started rubbing his thumb in circles against my clit while one finger teased my entrance, absolutely driving me insane.
“Are you okay in there?”
It took every ounce of willpower I had to answer. “Yes, sorry, just waking up.”
“That’s okay. I was just checking on you since you didn’t join us for dinner last night, figured you just may not have been feeling well.”
You could say something like that.
If Richie didn’t let up on me, my grandmother was going to find out exactly what was going on behind this door.
