Page 55 of Billionaire Romance

Eric's lips brush my jaw again. "Has anyone ever given you an orgasm before?" I shiver when his breath touches my skin.

"No," I breathe. "No one but me."

"Then I can be the first," he says. "And when I have the chance to take you to bed properly, I will. Because believe me, Sally, I want to be that first too."

He moves again, just his thumb, brushing it across my clit, and I gasp. Everything about this, his hands, my wetness, the relief that he's not going to leave me behind, it's all swirling together into perfect arousal.

Small movements, perfect circles, and that one finger rocking against my g-spot. I didn't even know that I really had a g-spot. I'd tried all the things, the articles and the toys, and I never seemed to feel anything different. But when his finger brushes inside, there's an explosion of sensation and internal pleasure.

"Do you want to come?" he asks, continuing to tease me. "If you don't, tell me to stop."

"No," I say too quickly. "No, don't stop. Please." It's too late to sound like I'm not begging, but I can't even care. I'd happily get on my knees and beg. Because he's not walking away. He wants me and I don't know how someone like this looked at me and decided yes. But as long as I'm in this dream, I'm going to keep it.

Eric moves his fingers, more insistently, but still gentle, and then he kisses me. His other hand slips behind my neck and tangles in my hair. My head is pulled back firmly so he can deepen the kiss as much as he likes, and the sudden vulnerability curls in my gut, turning me on even more. He laughs against my mouth because he can feel it when I grow even more wet.

The combination of swirling pressure on my clit and the stroking of his finger is new and overwhelming and oh my God. My legs start to shake, and the pleasure building in my gut spreads through me, deepens and clings, sustaining as he moves faster. He's stopped kissing me, instead staring at me, watching my face with his forehead pressed against mine as I fall apart.

His hand tightens in my hair and I feel like I can't breathe. I don't want to breathe, because I'm afraid the pleasure will disappear. I can feel my thoughts starting to intrude, doubts and worry and a disbelief that no one has discovered us and that I'm actually doing this. I start to lose a grip on the building pleasure because I'm starting to think and God, no, I don't want it to disappear.

Eric stops moving his hand, and my eyes flash to his. "Breathe," he says, and I do. "Again."

I do.

"There's no one but us," he says. "No one here to see."

He moves again, lowering his mouth to my skin, grazing across my collarbone and down between my breasts and I'm not thinking about anything other than his lips on my skin and his hand between my legs and the pleasure comes roaring back in a wave. I'm pinned between his hands and I close my eyes, following the feeling.

Pleasure bounces back and forth between my clit and inside and spreads, up and out, and I let it build. Let it take me. My breath comes in gasps and suddenly it's there. The light behind my eyes goes bright and I cry out, the sound swallowed in the echoes of the club's noise as I come. The pleasure is pure and sweet and Eric wrings it from me, fingers never stopping as I come around them.

It's still swirling through me, the pleasure from that spot a different kind than I've experienced before. It crests in ripples that echo outward after that first burst of orgasm has passed. And when it's finally finished, I'm panting and breathless, practically limp in his arms.

Eric is gentle as he removes himself from me, letting my skirt fall back into place. And then I think that I could come again, because he raises his fingers to his lips and tastes me. Holy fuck. There's a sexy smirk on his face when he sees that my mouth has dropped open. "You taste good, Sally. I'll remember that next time."

God, I think I'm wetter than I was before. And I’m still speechless.

“Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” I manage to say. “I just—this isn’t what I was expecting. That was…very nice, thank you.”

Eric laughs. “No thanks needed, but you’re very welcome.” He leans close. “It was a pleasure.”

It suddenly occurs to me that he could just be nice. That he could just be humoring me, and then I’ll never hear from him again. “Are you sure?” I ask.

“I’m not lying to you,” he says with a smile. “No running away here.” He takes my hand. “Besides, I still need you to be my date, remember?”

“Yeah.” I feel a little delirious as he leads me back to the technicolor club.

“Have one more drink before we go,” he says, and I find myself nodding, because I honestly don’t think I could speak.

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