Page 72 of Billionaire Bachelor

His hands land on my butt, slowly massaging the muscles. “Damn, I love your ass. You’re about to make a whole lot of my filthy dreams come true with this thing.”

I giggle, while at the same time, a flush blooms beneath my skin. “All talk and no action makes Logan a very boring boy.”

“Smartass.”

Smack!

I cry out in surprise as he spanks me, first on the right cheek, then the left. The sting is brief, but strong, leaving me gasping for air.

I moan as Logan lovingly rubs the ache away. “You want more, Rosie?”

I arch my back like a cat, wiggling my butt. “What do you think, genius?”

“Ithinkyou get extra feisty when I spank you because youlove it.” He reaches between my thighs, sliding his fingers through the wetness. “Your pussy seems to agree.”

Backstabbing hussy.

Always selling me out.

I’m too stubborn to admit the truth so I bite my tongue.

Logan tilts my hips forward, pressing me into the soft mattress beneath us. The silky duvet is cool against my face, a stark contrast to the desire coursing through me. His breath fans across my skin as he leans in close, whispering dirty promises in my ear. Logan’s fingers gently navigate my body as his lips follow, featherlike touches stoking the fire within. I’m writhing and panting beneath him. It’s too much, yet not enough. He cups my breasts, rolling the barbells threaded through my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. It sends a jolt of electricity through me, and my back arches involuntarily.

Logan chuckles deeply. “You like it when I play with your pretty tits, Rosie?”

“You know I do, Captain Obvious,” I pant.

He pinches my clit, making me squirm. “Behave.”

The sassy retort is on the tip of my tongue, but when Logan tips me forward again, his tongue darts out to lick me from behind, and my brain misfires. The only sounds I’m capable of are breathy little squeaks, none of which remotely resemble language. His tonguecontinues lapping at my core until I’m screaming and squealing and panting his name over and over again.

Just when I think I’m on the verge of collapse, he surprises me by shifting his focus. Two fingers thrust inside of me, pumping at a furious pace, right before his tongue starts drawing slow circles over my asshole.

“Oh, fuck!” I shout.

Well, okay then. I guess we’re checking two things off the list tonight.

His laughter rumbles against my flesh.

Dear god, the sensation of having a tongue back there is unreal. I’d never felt comfortable enough with someone to do this before—or eventalkabout doing it, if I’m honest—but hot damn, I’ve been missing out. Logan’s fingers continue their relentless assault on my pussy, while he uses his other hand to tease my clit.

Multi-tasking for the win!

I white-knuckle the bedding as he brings me to the edge of another orgasm, only to back off at the last second. My hips buck wildly, chasing after him, but all I find is empty air, leaving me a whimpering mess.

“Please, Logan,” I gasp. “I need to come.”

“Not yet, baby,” he growls, pinching that little bundle of nerves again.

I can’t see his face from this angle, but I’m positive there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes right now.

Stupidly sexy, sadistic bastard.

He chuckles again, telling me those were not inside thoughts as I’d intended.

Oops.

Logan picks up right where he left off, bringing me to the edge once again, but then denying my body the orgasm it’s earned once again.