Page 58 of Billionaire Grump's Baby

I half expect him to pull back and tease me some more, just to be an ass. God knows the man lives to frustrate me.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he sets about using his mouth to give me pleasure with a kind of single-minded focus I’ve only ever seen him apply to his work. And like his work, he’s really, really good at it.

Since he’s not playing coy, it gives me the freedom not to either. I reach down and tangle my hand in his hair. “Yes. Fuck. That—ohfuck,yes, a bit to the left.”

He obliges, and my hips arc off the mattress of their own accord.

Luke takes that as a signal to nudge my legs wider. Then he’s sliding two of his fingers inside me, waging delicious war on me from every angle. The pleasure coils, bright and fast and stunning, and then I’m coming and coming, over and over again because Luke refuses to let up.

When I can’t take it anymore, I weakly shove his head away and roll onto my side, gasping.

I have a new appreciation for how so many women end up in Luke’s bed.

“That was...that was...”

“A delicious appetizer,” Luke says. He sits up and rips off his shirt. Then he stands and walks over to the gift basket.

He strides back to me and tosses three condoms on the bed beside me.

I blink up at him. “Really. Three?”

He crawls back onto the bed and settles behind me, curling his body around mine. One of his big hands starts toying idly with my breast. “You said you’d do whatever I wanted.”

“Sure, butthree?”

He pinches my nipple, and I gasp at the sweet pain of it. Then he slides his hand down my stomach, until he’s cupping my still tender pussy while his big, hard cock presses against my ass.

“Anything. I. Want,” he growls.

“Three it is,” I gasp.

I hear the zip of Luke’s pants and the rip of the condom wrapper. I shiver in anticipation and roll onto my back to watch.

But before he can ditch his pants and sheath himself, my phone starts buzzing.

Luke’s head automatically turns toward the sound. Like it’s pulling him out of the moment and back toward the real world.

“It’s mine,” I say. “Ignore it.”

He tries to. He leans down to kiss me as the buzzing stops.

But before we can find our rhythm, the buzzing starts up again.

Luke pulls away. “That could be important.”

Not as important as this,I think, but he’s got that stubborn look on his face.

I stand to go dig my phone out of my purse so I can answer it. Now that Luke’s not touching me, the room feels way too cold, and I feel way too naked.

I grab my phone. Sarah’s name flashes across the screen. “This better be good, Sarah,” I say as I answer it.

“Oh, calm down, it’s not like you’re actually having a wedding night,” Sarah says.

I flash a guilty look over my shoulder at Luke.

He rises and walks to the far end of the room, facing the gauzy curtains that cover the windows.

He’s probably trying to give me privacy while I talk to Sarah, but I can’t help but feel like he’s trying to put as much distance as possible between me and him. Trying to get his control back.

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