Page 17 of The Billionaire Dating Game

“Did you wipe away your essence from your skin?”

“No,” she whispered, nibbling her lower lip.

“Show me.”

She glanced toward the partition then at him.

“The driver can’t see us.” The back seat was their world, and even if the driver knew what they were doing, Alexei wouldn’t care. Looking was fine but he drew the line at touching what belonged to him.

He refocused on Candice. Would she do what he asked, be spontaneous and daring…all the things her friend said she wasn’t. He waited with sorely tested patience for Candice to act. When she did, his breath caught in his throat as she reclined, one hand holding her weight on the seat. His palm pressed against her spine in support as she parted the dress, exposing her legs and the barest glimpse of her pussy.

Her juices were no longer damp against her upper thighs, but the remnants were there. What would his cum look like glistening against her dark flesh? Hooking his hand under her knee, he spread her legs wider. “Let me see that pretty little pussy.”

She flushed, her ass warming against his lap. Cute. She ran her palm over the neat trim of hairs at her juncture and with two fingers, she parted her labia. The scent of her sex immediately enveloped him. Alexei closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, letting her elixir fill his nostrils.

Sweet mercy.

He needed this. Needed to plant himself deep inside her.

Not yet… Givno, not yet.

“Stay open for me until we get home.”

The car ride to the penthouse was the longest of his life, making him question his masochistic tendency to sit with Candice open and willing for him to do anything to her. When they finally stepped out of the elevator, he was barely restrained. No woman had ever affected him this way. Anyone should be able to satisfy his needs, but that was no longer the case. Alexei wanted none of it, at least that’s what he’d told himself. From his first crush at the age of ten to his latest relationship, betrayal and tender emotions had always been bedmates.

One taste. One taste, one night and he’d quench his thirst for Candice. Then she’d be nothing more than his Holidate again. Just business.

Alexei didn’t reach for her as she walked toward the stairs. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but was she brave enough to take what she wanted? Have something for herself. He watched her steps slow as if she was reconsidering now that he wasn’t touching or teasing her. And he wouldn’t touch her. Not until she’d made up her mind. He didn’t sleep with women who questioned whether they wanted him in their bed. He preferred his women confident in their bodies and sex.

She pulled her lip between her teeth. “Did you change your mind?” she asked from halfway up the stairs.

He hoped she’d choose him. If she did, he promised to put her lips to better use than having her constantly chew on them.

“Or are you giving me permission to play without you?” She wiggled her elegant fingers. “Because I’d rather a playmate.”

His gaze darkened as he followed up the stairs. When he reached the top of the landing, she leaned against his bedroom door. He tugged her against his chest. “Not in my room.”

Dejected, her shoulders slumped. “Is there another room you prefer to have meaningless sex in?”

At her words, his teeth clenched but he said nothing as he pushed open her bedroom door and walked in.

Alexei stood with his chest against her spine and unfastened the clasp under her neck. He let the strap fall over her chest before kissing the crook of her neck far more tenderly than he intended. “Not meaningless.” The words left his mouth before he could catch them. He needed to show Candice she deserved whatever she desired and prove Anna’s words wrong while keeping himself emotionally distant.

He unzipped the dress before pushing the garment over her generous hips until she stood naked before him. “When I take a woman to my bed, it’s because she is mine…” He brushed his nose against her skin and then nipped, satisfied when her whimpered cry filled his ears. “...and she intends to stay there. Fuck me in my bed, malo svitla, and they’ll be no turning back.”

She wasn’t ready to come to his bed, and he wasn’t prepared to have her scent tangled in his sheets.

One night, he reminded himself.

He stripped his clothes off and led her into the ensuite shower. As she stood under the sprays, he washed every inch of her body, her full breasts—loving the way her nipples beaded against his palm—to her slim waist, then between her legs. When he was satisfied and her uneven breathing echoed off the walls of the shower, he spun her around and his hand followed the soap suds running between her cheeks.

She moaned as he rimmed her. Her forehead fell against the cool tiles. “Ooh...”

“I want you wet and ready for my dick.” He took his time massaging, stroking, and teasing until she tensed on the onslaught of an orgasm. “Not yet,” he growled in her ear, turning off the shower. “Not until I’m inside you.”

Snatching a towel, he dried them, then carried her to the king-sized bed. He ached to discover every inch of her, each scar, every dimple, but he wouldn’t. This was sex. Candice wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling their naked bodies together before he could fully admire her sprawled deliciously across the bed.

Alexei shuddered.

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