Page 24 of Misdeeds of a Billionaire

Byron thrust his tongue inside my entrance, his thumb rubbing my clit as white-hot pleasure spiraled in me. Knowing River was standing by, watching, heightened everything. My heart drummed in my ears, racing so hard that I couldn’t catch my breath. River’s heavy gaze caressed my skin, but all my attention was on the man on his knees.

Pleasure overwhelmed every fiber of my body, blazing through my veins. It flooded every cell. It sent shudders through me.

“Should have known you’d taste perfect,” Byron murmured and my heart warmed. His hands came around to my ass, caressing it and grabbing a handful. A shiver shot up my spine, ready for anything else he would dish my way.

My entire body was so attuned to him, I could feel his gaze on me. I peeled my eyelids open, watching him through heavy eyelids. He looked like a king even down on his knees.

“I guess I lost,” I murmured, smiling softly. When he gave me a questioning look, I added, “I screamed your name first.”

He rose to his feet. It didn’t escape me how he blocked the view of my pussy and legs from his friend. Jesus, it felt selfish to have had so much pleasure while all River could do was watch, although by the looks of it, he didn’t mind.

I met his eyes again when he shot me a devilish grin. “I’m out of here,” he said, pushing the button that got the elevator moving again.

Ding.

“Night, lovebirds.” And like a phantom, River was gone.

Probably with a serious case of blue balls.

Chapter8

Odette

We barely made it out of the elevator when Byron’s hands cupped my ass and his mouth took mine. My legs wrapped around his waist before he slammed us both against the wall. His mouth ravaged my neck hungrily, almost as if he wanted to erase all traces of River.

I had just orgasmed—twice—and the way he touched me, kissed me, had me trembling for another one.

This chemistry was mind-blowing. Unbelievable. Yet, there it was. Swirling between us. Consuming us. If someone had told me earlier today this was how my night would go, I wouldn’t have believed them.

It felt so damn right. So natural.

In my opinion—which, in truth, could be totally skewed from my extended abstinence—he was worth every sin. Every dark pleasure.

I knew I’d never get the opportunity to be with a man like him again. Right after spring break, I’d be back at Stanford. Medical school was intense. I wanted to become a surgeon, then do a few years with the UN in Africa. These goals were as real to me as my own name, but for the moment, nothing existed but this man.

He nipped my collarbone, sucking on the sensitive flesh where my neck and shoulder met.

“Door,” I panted, tilting my head to the side. His mouth on me was heaven. His hands felt even better.

Byron produced a key out of somewhere and swept it over the fob. We stumbled into the room, and he threw me onto the bed, a dark, possessive look raking over my body. I was still wearing my dress, but I might as well have been naked.

We stared at each other, both of us panting, while the air between us crackled with so much electricity I feared an explosion.

“Second thoughts?” I whispered.

He raised his eyebrows, his chest rising and falling in sync with mine.

“Fuck no.”

He pulled his shirt over his shoulders, and my breath caught. Just like it had when he took his shirt off in the exam room. He had such a gorgeous chest—broad, muscular—with olive skin. And those abs.

I trailed my eyes over a smattering of hair that ran from his navel and disappeared into his jeans. It had my pussy screaming for him. So achy with need.

I licked my lips, my eyes soaking him in. “Are you going to take your jeans off?”

His dark hair made his eyes appear a brilliant blue—the power behind them commanding me. Something about this man brought out a side of me I didn’t know existed. Or maybe I was just waiting for him all along.

In one swift move—his eyes locked on mine—he unzipped his pants, discarding the jeans. Ofcoursehe went commando. His cock sprung free. Hard. Smooth. And so big that it had my eyes widening and my pussy throbbing.