Page 48 of The Billionaire's Secret Desire
And I do.
My hands move down her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before sliding between her legs. She’s already wet and not from the water, her body responding to my touch like it’s been waiting for this. I tease her slowly, my fingers circling her bundle of nerves, then slipping inside her, my thumb pressing against her most sensitive spot. She cries out, her head falling back against the wall, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, my mouth moving down her neck, sucking and biting gently. “So perfect. Only mine.”
She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders as I add another finger, thrusting into her rhythmically. The water cascades over us, mixing with her moans, the sound echoing off the tile. I lean in, my mouth capturing hers in a deep, bruising kiss, my tongue tangling with hers as my fingers work their magic.
“Please,” she begs, her voice shaky. “I need you.”
I pull my fingers out of her, her body trembling with need, and step back just enough to reach for the shelf. I grab the bottle of shower gel, squeezing a generous amount into my hand before spreading it over my chest and down my abs. Charli watches me, her eyes dark with desire, as I step back toward her, my erection pressing against her thigh.
“Turn around,” I command, my voice low and dominant.
She obeys, her back to me, and I press my chest against her, my hands sliding around her waist. I kiss the curve of her shoulder, my mouth trailing down her spine, before reaching around to cup her breasts. I tease her nipples with my thumbs,rolling them between my fingers, until she’s arching into my touch, her breath hitching.
“You like that?” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear. “Like when I touch you? When I make you feel like this?”
“Yes,” she pants, her voice barely audible. “Yes, please.”
I chuckle, a dark, possessive sound, before spinning her around to face me. With her legs still wrapped around my waist, I press her against the wall. She gasps as I enter her in one smooth thrust, filling her completely.
“Mine,” I growl because I can’t help it, my hips snapping forward, my thrusts relentless. “You’re mine, Charli. Only mine.”
She moans, her head falling back against the wall, her body meeting my rhythm. The water beats down on us; the steam fogging the glass as we move together, our bodies slick and slippery. I kiss her fiercely, my hands gripping her hips, my thrusts deepening with each stroke.
“Say it, I demand, wanting to hear the words, my voice hoarse. “Say you’re mine.”
“Yours,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as she holds on. “I’m yours. Only yours.”
The words send me over the edge. I thrust harder, faster, my control snapping as I chase my release. “Come with me,” I growl, my mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss. “Come for me, Charli.”
She cries out, her body tightening around me as she shatters, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. I follow, my release crashing into me, my name on her lips as I spill into her.
We stand there, breathless and soaked, our hearts pounding in unison. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, my hands stroking her back as we catch our breath.
“You okay now?” I ask, my voice gentle.
She nods, leaning into my chest with a contented sigh. “Yeah. Much better.”
I smile, a small, satisfied grin playing on my lips. Because I know she’s not thinking about Ava anymore.
Neither am I.
The steam continues to rise, fogging the glass. As we step out of the shower, our bodies still humming with the aftermath of our passion, I wrap a towel around her, then one around myself, before pulling her into my arms. She rests her head on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice soft.
I kiss the top of her head, my arms tightening around her. “Always.”
The moment is tender, intimate, but there’s an underlying tension, a question left unspoken. What happens next? How do we move forward from here?
I don’t have the answers, not yet. But for now, this is enough. This moment, this connection, this reminder of what we have together. The rest can wait.
For now, we stand here, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. The shower has washed away more than just the dirt, sweat, and tension—it’s cleansed our souls, leaving them raw, vulnerable, and undeniably connected.
But as Charli’s fingers pause on my skin, her touch lingering, I sense there’s more to come. More to uncover, more to explore. The story isn’t over—it’s only just begun.
Later, as we lie tangled in bed, the moonlight casting soft shadows on the walls, Charli breaks the silence. “What if Ava’s right?” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the darkness like a knife.
