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Page 74 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

"So did you guys have fun banging it out?" Jackson said.

Connor laughed.

"We were just talking about all those lovely things you revealed about me," Rory said. "And now I think we wasted time, because make-up sex sounds pretty great." He leaned down and kissed me.

"Okay, just stop talking. Yes, you helped. Geez," Rory said and lifted up the bottle of vodka. It was almost empty. "Sunday Brunch Days aren't usually this crazy, Keira."

"Are they always this delicious? I think this is even better cold." I started giggling again. "I'm sorry, I'm so drunk." I didn't think I had ever had so many shots before.

"I love that it's only 10 a.m.," Connor said. "I don't even remember the last time I was drunk before noon."

"I'm so glad that we're all equally immature. Okay, I want to make a toast." Jackson stood up. "Here's to new friends."

"Thanks, Jackson," I said.

"And don't break my friend's heart," he added. "Because we will kick you out of this group so fast, you won't even know what happened."

"I'm not going to break his heart. I'm in love with him." Holy shit! Did I just say that out loud? I put my hand over my mouth. I really hated drunk me.

"Shit!" Rory pulled his hand away from the stove and put his finger in his mouth.

"I'm going to shove him. I said I'm going to shove him. I'm really abusive in relationships. Shoving is the worst I'll do, though. I definitely won't break his heart." What the hell am I saying?

"Fuck," Rory said as he pulled his finger out of his mouth.

"Are you okay?" I ran over to the sink and turned on the cold water. "Rory, give me your hand."

He walked over to the sink and I put his hand under the water.

"What, were you that surprised that I wasn't planning on breaking your heart?" I leaned against the kitchen counter. I tried to act cool but my face was bright red and I was starting to feel all sweaty. Clearly he had burnt himself when I had confessed that I was in love with him.

"No." He laughed. "I was just trying to focus on what you were saying instead of cooking. I think I'm a little drunk too." He laughed again. "No, I'm super drunk. I should not be cooking right now. This is extremely hazardous."

"I think I have some aloe in the bathroom. I'll be right back." I quickly walked toward the bathroom. It felt like I had just ruined everything. Confessing that too soon freaked guys out. Rory already had commitment issues. He was probably running out the front door right now.

I pulled the bottle out of the medicine cabinet and looked over as I heard the door close.

Rory walked over to me. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead, he hoisted himself up onto the bathroom sink.

He was staring down at me expectantly. And it didn't look like he was waiting for me to put aloe on his finger.

I glanced over at the door and then down at the bulge in his athletic shorts.

"That probably would make my finger feel better."

I looked up at him. He didn't say anything about the fact that I just confessed that I loved him.

Maybe he hadn't heard me. Or maybe he was just pretending like he hadn't.

Either way, I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the way he was looking at me, but I no longer cared that his friends were in the next room.

"I never realized how much the thought of sex in public turned you on." He raised his left eyebrow.

"It doesn't." Does it?

"Really? Because I bet you're soaking wet right now.

I bet you'd let me bend you over this sink and fuck you without even hesitating.

You wouldn't care at all if Connor and Jackson knew that I was fucking you.

And trust me, they'd know. They probably think you have my cock in your mouth already.

The thought of them hearing me fucking your brains out turns you on even more.

And you like knowing that they could walk in on us any second. The door isn't even locked."

Holy shit, he's right. Why is the thought of getting caught so hot?

"I had almost forgotten that you said you get super horny when you're drunk. It's so much fun teasing you." He put his hand out in front of him.

I wanted him right now. I picked up his hand and slid his burnt finger into my mouth.

His lips parted slightly as he watched me slide his finger in and out of my mouth. After just a few seconds, I had successfully turned his shorts into a very structurally sound teepee. I loved turning him on. There was nothing more satisfying than him wanting me as much as I always wanted him.

"Fuck, Keira."

When I put my hand on the waistline of his shorts, he immediately lifted his hips. I pulled off his shorts and boxers, freeing his massive erection. I immediately abandoned his finger for the real thing. I wrapped my lips around him and took him all the way to the back of my throat.

He groaned quietly.

I loved pleasing him. I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth. His hands gripped the edge of the counter. I tightened my lips, and moved my mouth faster. I suppressed my gag reflex and took him into the back of my throat again.

"I want you." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head up. He tilted my head back even more as he stared down at me.

I realized I was panting as I looked up at him. I swallowed hard.

He pushed himself off the counter and walked behind me, trailing his fingers along my waist. He pulled my yoga pants and thong down my thighs and pushed the front of my hips against the cold counter. "How long does it take to apply aloe?" He reached down and pressed his thumb against my clit.

My whole body seemed to tremble. I stared back at him in the mirror. His eyes were smoldering.

"How long, Keira?"

"I don't know." I couldn't focus on anything but his fingers. "Only like a minute."

"That's a shame. We've already been in here for over a minute." He ran his hand over my ass. "This will just have to wait."

What? "Rory, please."

He sunk his finger deep inside of me.

Oh God.

"Connor and Jackson are going to know what we're up to." He pressed his thumb against my clit again.

"I don't care," I moaned.

"They're going to know I'm fucking you." He moved his finger faster. "They'll be able to hear us."

"Please, Rory."

"They're going to know that you like it rough. Because I'm going to fuck you harder than I ever have." He hooked his finger inside of me.

Oh God. "Fuck me, Rory. Please fuck me."

"Don't make a sound, Keira." He grabbed my waist and thrust himself deep inside of me.

I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips. The alcohol coursing through my body somehow made the sensation of him filling me even more intense. I pressed my hands against the mirror and pushed myself back on him.

He responded by gyrating his hips. All I could feel was pleasure.

I liked when he was rough with me. And I liked that he knew how to make me orgasm within a matter of minutes.

I was already close. Looking back at him in the mirror was almost enough to take me over the edge.

He was the sexiest specimen that I had ever laid my eyes on.

And he was staring back at me with so much intensity.

Rory thrust forward, locking me between him and the cold countertop.

I moaned again.

He tilted my head to the side and kissed me, silencing my moan. His lips fell from mine and he placed a hard kiss on my neck. "If you want them to hear you, I can make sure they do," he whispered and bit down on my earlobe.

"Rory!" I moaned.

"You're so responsive." His voice was a bit airy. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and tilted my head back, kissing my neck again. He began to thrust faster and faster, making my hip bones dig into the edge of the sink.

Yes! I pressed my hands against the mirror again, making him go deeper still.

He groaned and his kiss on my neck grew harder.

Oh my God. Is he giving me a hickey?

He sucked on my neck once more and then pressed down on my back, pushing my torso against the counter. He grabbed the sides of the sink and began fucking me even harder. With each thrust, the counter dug deeper into my hip bones.

"Come, Keira." It was a demand.

And I was completely at his mercy. My orgasm was intense, making me moan louder still.

"Say my name," he said as he slapped my ass.

"Rory!" I could feel his cock pulse inside of me as he found his own climax. "Oh God, Rory!"

He continued to slide his length in and out of me as my toes uncurled. With one last thrust, he pulled out of me. I felt completely spent.

"Who knew living with your girlfriend could have such perks?" he said as he ran his hand along my ass.

I looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was staring at my ass. I turned around to look at him but he didn't make eye contact with me. Instead, his fingers lightly drifted over my hip bones.

"I'm sorry," he said gently.

"What?" I looked down. There were red lines where my hips had been pressed against the counter. I quickly pulled my yoga pants back up. "There's nothing to be sorry about, I liked it."

"Hmm." He knelt down in front of me and pulled the top of my yoga pants down slightly. He rubbed his thumbs along the red lines on my hips. He kissed one of my hip bones and then the other.

There was something so intimate about what he was doing. I wanted to bring up the fact that I said I loved him. But it seemed like maybe he really hadn't heard me. Or if he had, he was pretending he hadn't. So it was probably better not to press it.

"You know, I think you get horny when you're drunk too," I said. "And by the way, I said I get corny, not horny."

"Yeah right." He laughed as he stood up.

"I think living with you makes me horny all the time.

It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm completely wasted.

" He flashed me a smile as he sat back down on the sink.

"And I can't even apologize for that, because I did that on purpose.

" He lightly touched the side of my neck.

I tilted my head to see my reflection in the mirror. "Oh my God!" There was a huge hickey on the side of my neck. "Why would you do that?" I put my hand over the hickey to hide it.

"I don't know, I'm drunk." He ran his hand through his hair.

I shoved his arm. "Rory, I won't be able to leave the house for like a week."

"Yeah, but you work from home." He raised his eyebrow at me.

"But I still go places."

"You can't be mad at me." He put his hand out. "I'm hurt."

I laughed and picked up the bottle of aloe. I squirted out a small amount of aloe and then gently ran it along the small burn mark on his finger. "Does it still hurt?"

"Now that my distraction is over, yes."

"Well, that should help." I wanted him to confess that he loved me too. But instead he just smiled back at me. "Do you think they heard us?"

"They definitely heard you." He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "You were very, very loud."

I could feel myself blushing. "I can't go out there." I put my hand back over my hickey.

"Are you embarrassed that you're having sex with me?"

I laughed. "No, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

" I swallowed hard. I was completely losing it.

When I had been writing the article it almost seemed like I was playing the part of this super cool, confident person.

But now I was just me again, saying stupid things like I love you to the sexy guy I only just started dating.

"I thought I wasn't even the best sex you've ever had." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned toward me.

"I may have lied about that."

He smiled at me. "Thank you for taking care of me," he said and looked down at his finger.

"Of course. That's what girlfriends do." I put my hands on his knees.

His lips parted slightly when his eyes met mine. But he didn't need to say anything. I could tell by the way he was looking at me that his ex-girlfriend had never taken care of him. It took every ounce of resolve in me to not repeat saying that I loved him.

"I'm really glad I answered your ad," he said. "And that you said yes."

"Yes to you moving in or yes to being your girlfriend?"

"Both." He pushed himself off the counter and placed a soft kiss against my lips.