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“I just …” she mutters as I shove a finger inside her and curl it just right. “I just ran into Banks. He’s a fucking bastard,” she groans out, riding me as I plunge as deep as I can inside her. “He told me I was a bitch for leaving you and …” She sighs, her body trembling with pleasure. “He’s right. I was thinking about you, just like old times.”
A moan escapes her lips, and I can see her pulse quickening in her neck. I didn’t even have to tell her what to say; she just knew.
Josh has severely underestimated Billie Calloway. So have her brothers. This woman is ruthless.
I twirl my tongue around her clit, her cunt glistening for me—a sight I can’t get enough of.
“Are you touching yourself?” Josh asks.
“Mmhmm. Remember when I used to need you so bad?” she grunts, and I want her to remember who’s giving it to her now and forever. “We should start over. Be my best-kept secret.”
Her eyes meet mine; she’s talking directly to me, and the connection is electric.
“Can I see you now? Finish you off?” he begs, sounding desperate.
It’s pathetic.
“No. I can’t see you until after Fashion Week in London. I’m seeing Louis then, and I want to tell him to his face that it’s over. It’s the least I can do for the future king.”
“FaceTime me,” Josh tells her as her eyes roll into the back of her head.
“I can’t,” she whispers, already teetering on the edge for me. “I’m in my office. Touching myself. So fucking horny,” she whimpers as I drive her even closer to the brink. Her muscles tense, and her pussy squeezes my finger so tight.
“Come for me, princess,” I whisper across her pussy, just loud enough for her to hear. “Let him listen to what I do to you. What I’ve always done to you. How I make you desperate.”
That’s all it takes, and her pussy convulses as she rides out her orgasm. I stand up, spinning her around. I carefully place my hand around her waist, holding her steady as I undo my pants, then slam my cock deep into her. She screams out, dropping her phone on the desk so she has both hands free for better leverage.
“I wish I could see the look on your face,” Josh says.
“I wish you could too,” Billie replies, and I hear the smirk on her lips. “I wish you could see me right now.”
Billie continues to cry out as I fuck her so hard that we both see constellations. Seconds later, she’s squirting and coming again on my cock as I empty inside of her, holding back my grunts. I bite her shoulder, and she sighs as my cum slides down her leg.
“Did you hear what you did to me? How I lost control?” she asks.
I nod, my scruff brushing against her back as I hold her steady.
“I heard you, baby,” Josh says. “I’ll be your secret.”
“Okay,” Billie whispers and then ends the call.
She turns to look at me, her legs spread open.
We hold a silent conversation, knowing there’s nowhere else for us to go from here. We’re wild and desperate and dangerous together—an utter fucking mess.
Her mouth crashes into mine, as if she can read my mind, read the words of my heart in my eyes.
Our tongues swirl together, and she captures my heart and soul.
“How did we end up as secret lovers?” she eventually asks.
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“We won, Asher,” she confirms. “We found what we’d always been searching for.”
“I know,” I say matter-of-factly, and we’re on the same team without me even having to tell her the plan.
We clean ourselves up, and Billie turns to me.