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“That’s my bad girl,” I mutter, my voice thick with pride and lust. “You came so fucking hard and fast for me.”
“A record, I think.” She wears an expression of defiance and it mixes with the afterglow of her climax.
I pull my fingers out slowly, seeing them glisten under the dim stairwell light. I bring them to her lips, letting her taste herself—salty and sweet, fucking perfect. She looks into my eyes as she sucks my fingers dry, causing my cock to throb.
“Now, go back to your prince,” I say, my tone harsh now.
I want to escape with her and bury myself deep inside her. I want to be back at the Hamptons with her in my arms.
“You’ve ruined me,” she whispers. “I hope you know that I’ll never be the same.”
“And to think, it only took hardly any time,” I mutter in her ear.
“Twenty years,” she reminds me.
I take a step forward, pressing her back against the opposite wall. She looks like sin itself as she reaches forward, rubbing her palm down my cock. It takes everything I have not to push her to her knees and make her choke on my cock.
“Go.” I grab her face, meeting her eyes.
It’s just me and her. The world around us quiets. We hold a silent conversation as I gently slide my lips against hers.
“This is much harder than I thought it’d be,” she admits, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
“You promised me, Billie. And Callowaysneverbreak those.”
I try to walk away, but she pulls me back to her, desperation in her grip.
“And you promised me you’d turn my pain into pleasure,” she reminds me, her eyes sparkling with defiance.
“I did, didn’t I?” I kiss her again and again and again, losing myself in the taste of her. “You’re playing with fire.”
“And you’re burning me to ash.” She looks up into my eyes, a mixture of longing and challenge. “I’m going to hell with you.”
“Perfect,” I say. “As long as we’re there together, that’s all that matters, Ice Queen.”
I wish I could linger for just a moment longer.
“When will I see you again?” Her voice is barely above a breath.
“Soon.” I straighten my tie and adjust my cock, the reality of our situation crashing back down. “Fix your crown, princess. The night isn’t over.”
I force space between us, taking one last look at her flushed cheeks and swollen lips before I walk away. It pleases me, knowing I’m the one who leaves her breathless and dripping wet in the shadows. Not anyone else. Just me.
As I take the stairs down to the main reception hall, I know Easton is right.
This is reckless. But, damn, I’d do it again.
24
BILLIE
Asher still lingers on my skin, and my body buzzes from his touch.
How am I already soweakfor him? This wasneversupposed to happen.
I try to recompose myself, wanting my heart to stop thumping so hard. I squeeze my thighs tight and can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. I’ve never done anything so … risqué. Or in public. My heart races, and I feel myself growing obsessed with him. That scares me.
I make my way to the main floor and glance down the hallway, spotting my brothers, still arguing with one another. They’re heated, and I can’t tell who’s winning, but they both look furious. I can’t face them right now, so I slip away. Quietly, I take a different hallway, walking as fast as I can to the elevator. Just as I step in and the doors are about to close, Brody enters, glaring at me.