Page 21 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire

Fuck, jealousy ate at me.

I guess there was a first time for everything.

This is for Odette, I reminded myself.

She had never done this. It was only natural that she was curious. She closed the distance, her soft body pressing against mine. There was strength in her. Bravery. But also something vulnerable that tugged at me. It made me want to protect her, made me want this to feel good for her.

River came up behind her, gently brushing her red strands from her neck. A visible shudder rolled down her tiny body, but her eyes never strayed from me. Did she want me as much as I wanted her?

I cupped her cheeks, closing the rest of the distance between us. My lips hovered closer to her, barely a breath away.

“Ready, my temptress?”

She lifted her chin, desire hazing her beautiful eyes.

“Yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper. A needy plea wove through it.

My lips barely brushed against hers when a soft moan vibrated in her graceful neck.Jesus. It was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard. Moving my hands down her body, I felt her twisting herself into my touch.

River’s mouth was on her neck. She dropped her head back to rest on his shoulder, allowing him better access. And still, her eyes were on me. Exquisite. Hungry.

My left hand traveled south from her waist, until I found the hem of her skirt. River’s hands traveled down her back before stopping on her gorgeous ass, squeezing it. A gasp fell from her lips and she arched, pushing her breasts into me.

Her head fell forward, resting her forehead on my chest. There was barely any distance between this woman and my ex-military buddy. Between her and me. The two of us knew how to bring earth-shattering, mind-blowing pleasure to a curious woman. River’s gaze flicked to me as he trailed his mouth along her neck. There was a question in his eyes, asking me if I was all right.

But this wasn’t about me. It was about Odette, no matter how badly I wanted to kick him out and keep her for myself. I nodded wordlessly as River’s hand pushed her red mane to the side, brushing kisses along the edge of her shoulders.

My fingers traveled up her inner thighs until they reached her folds. I cupped her pussy and her breath caught.

She wanted me there.Neededme there.

She lifted her head, searching my face and parting her mouth slightly. She looked like pure lust. And her eyes—the flecks of gold in them shone brighter still.

“P-please,” she begged, all breathy and needy. Her hips arched into my touch, grinding and needing friction. I brushed my fingers along her soaked folds, the thin material of her thong the only thing separating me from her pussy.

As River trailed his mouth along the back of her neck, and lower, she clutched my shoulders, her fingers curling into my biceps.

I brought my mouth to her chest, my fingers still teasing her entrance. Her moans filled the space.

Her delicate fingers pushed into my hair and gripped it as I dropped kisses along her décolleté. I savored the taste of her, the scent of apples swirling in my nose and making my cock throb. She was intoxicating.

I pushed her panties aside and my fingers brushed along her folds, finding her clit.

“Byron, ohhh—”

I roamed my lips over her neck, kissing the hollow of her throat. Licking her. Nipping her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw River’s hand wrapped around her red strands and his mouth kissing the edge of her bare shoulders, his hand grazing her arm slowly, up and down.

She writhed. She moaned. She panted.

In previous times, River was always the one to make sure the women we brought into our bed felt cherished, heightening their pleasure with his touch, his whispered words. I was always a fuck-them-and-leave-them kind of man.

With Odette, I wanted to give her pleasure, whisper sweet nothings, and give her my all. Fuck her, but never leave her. She was that addictive to me. I couldn’t even pinpoint what it was about her that pulled me in so quickly. I had thought it could be her beauty, but it was also the fact that she didn’t cringe away from my scarred back, and the fact she had a backbone and told me off without a second thought. I wasn’t sure, but I knew I wanted her unlike any other woman before.

My fingers circled her clit. She shivered, her little whimpers telling me she liked it. Her body writhed back and forth between River and me, but she kept her eyes on me. Always on me. As if it was just the two of us.

The palm of my hand ground against her pubic bone until her breathing hardened.

“More,” she demanded, and that one word just about had me exploding in my pants.