Page 30 of Billionaire's Promise

"And what would that be?"

"That I can make you come"

"So can I," she tosses her hair back from her face, "make you come, I mean."

"Not interested."

"Is that right?" She closes the distance between us, then plants her palm on my swollen crotch. "That’s not what this feels like."

"It’s a normal reaction to what happened; doesn’t mean I am going to follow through with it."

"Why not?" She squeezes down and my pulse rate speeds up.

"Don’t do it," I growl.

"Worried you won’t be able to hold out?"

"The only thing you need to be worried about is saving yourself," I warn.

"What the hell does that mean?" She massages my cock and the blood empties to my groin.

"It means," I grip her hand and push it into my crotch, "you don’t want to do this."

"I do."

"No, you don’t."

"Why not?" She scowls, then slides her hand down to cup my balls. "You want this, so why won’t you let it happen?"

"Because I made a promise."

She swallows. "To Edward?"

"And to myself."

"And what promise is that?"

"That I’ll never hurt you; that I will take care of you while he is gone."

"What if I want you to hurt me?" She steps closer and my throat dries. My balls tighten; the band around my chest constricts until I can’t breathe.

"What if this is how I want you to take care of me?" she whispers.

Her green eyes dilate until there’s only a circle of green around the pupils. I drag in a breath, and fuck me, but I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal. Ripe and luscious and ready for the picking. My throat dries. I squeeze her hand, then pull it away and to the side.

"You’ll have to find someone else to scratch that itch." I make sure to curl my lips. "I am not going to settle for Edward’s seconds." I say this despite my indisputable hunger to dive in for a second helping.

Her gaze narrows. Color flushes her cheeks. She pulls her hand from my hold and brings it up, but I am already moving. I grab her wrist, wrench her hand behind her. The action bows her spine, thrusts out her breasts until they are flattened against my chest. The shape of her curves, those hard nipples that dig into my front.Fuck me.My thighs go hard and my dick thickens. I tighten my hold, pull her closer…closer…dip my chin until my mouth is poised over hers. Until we are sharing breath.

Until I can see the freckles that dot her cheeks, and fuck me, if I don’t want to lick her right there.

She flicks out her tongue to wet her lips and my gaze darts to her mouth. Fuck me, but I want to kiss her. I need to taste her. Just once. I want to swipe my tongue across that honeyed mouth and swallow her up completely. The blood pounds at my temple and my heart hammers in my chest. I lower my mouth to hers.

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Ava

His gaze narrows and his chest rises up and then down.