Page 13 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

And then he reaches up to cup my face in his hands, and he kisses me.

Shock courses through me, along with a mixture of emotions I can hardly identify. All I know is that I want to kiss him back. Badly.

So I do. I reach between us, grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt in my hands and pulling him closer, deepening our kiss.

We stumble backward until my back hits the door of the closet behind me.

Will’s thumb caresses the side of my face as he kisses me deeply, slowly, his tongue entering and tangling with my own.

When our kiss breaks, he looks down at me, panting, our foreheads touching. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he breathes.

A small smile slides over my face. “Me too.”

He glances to my lips. “… and everything else I want to do to you.” It comes out in a desperate breath, li ke he can barely hold it in. I’ve only ever seen put-together Will, aloof, grumpy, an asshole. Not this. Desperate for more of me, practically falling apart at the seams.

Can he tell that I’m falling apart too?

“Then do it,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.

His gaze flicks up to mine, questioning.

“Do it,” I repeat. “Anything and everything you want to me.”

His eyes darken with desire. He glances around until he spots the bedroom door, reaching down to grab my hand and pulling me toward it. We enter the room, and I reach for the light switch to turn off the overhead lights, but Will stops me.

“I want to see you,” he says, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He presses a soft kiss to my neck, and I feel myself melting. “I want to see all of you.”

His fingers dance at the hem of my t-shirt, sliding under the fabric and against the skin of my belly. I’m only wearing a t-shirt and shorts, no bra—and I think Will can tell. My nipples have hardened in arousal, creating stiff peaks visible through the thin fabric of my shirt.

His hands travel slowly up my stomach, pulling the hem of my t-shirt with them.

As they crest the tops my breasts, I feel the cool air brush across my skin.

I lift my arms obediently, and Will pulls the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

Still behind me, he reaches around to lazily trail his finger from my neck, between my bare breasts, and then in circles around my nipple, circling closer and closer until he finally reaches my peak.

I arch my back and whimper as he softly fingers my nipple, delivering a delicious sensation throughout my entire body. He does the same with my other breast, and before long I’m panting with desire.

He cups both my breasts, squeezing gently, kissing the side of my neck, down my shoulder. Then he reaches down to hook his fingers under the waistband of my shorts. He tugs them down and lets them fall, and then he does the same with my panties until I’m standing there before him, completely naked.

Before I have time to feel self-conscious, he pulls me against his body, walking us backward until we reach the bed. He sits and then pulls me into his lap sideways, my legs resting on the bed, my back propped up against his arm as he holds me close.

He looks down at my naked body in his lap, and I can feel myself reddening. My breasts are heaving in anticipation, and my pussy is absolutely drenched.

He grins down at me, half a smirk and half something else. Something genuine.

He reaches down to part my legs, urging my right one out and over so he has access to my center. He trails a finger up my inner thigh, sending shivers all over my body. And then he slides it slowly along my slit.

A deep sigh escapes me.

“ Fuck , you’re wet,” he groans, as if it practically hurts him just to say it .

He slides a finger up to my clit, rubbing gently. A moan from deep within my core escapes me, and my head falls back, draping my neck over his arm.

“That’s right,” Will praises, leaning down to whisper in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me make you feel good.”

He rubs my clit faster, and I don’t know if it’s the sensation, how undeniably dirty it is that I’m completely naked in his lap and he’s still fully clothed, or the fact that it’s Will doing this to me, but I’m actually close to climaxing.

Still holding me like a baby in his arms, he snakes his free arm around my back, reaching around me to gently cup my breast, squeezing and then lightly fingering my nipple.

A desperate whimper escapes me as I feel the pleasure building and building. “Oh god ,” I whine, any sense of pride and self-consciousness fully gone.

“Yeah, Josie?” Will presses. “You like that, sweetheart? ”

He pinches my nipple harder, and I cry out in pleasure. He picks up speed on my clit, and then stars explode before my eyes. My orgasm washes through me, and I collapse, limp in Will’s arms. He presses a kiss to the top of my head, then sets me down on the bed.

He moves to stand, but I stop him, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling upward. Delighted surprise covers his features, and he takes over, shedding his shirt and tossing it aside. I reach for his belt next, but he stops me.

“Are you sure, Josie?” he whispers, leaning down and pressing his forehead against mine.

I look up into his impossibly blue eyes and nod.

His breath hitches in his throat, and his gaze darkens with desire yet again.

He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet.

He retrieves a condom and rips open the wrapper, unzipping his pants and stepping out of his jeans.

Looking down at me, he slowly lowers his underwear until he’s standing fully naked before me, his hard cock on full display .

My eyes widen slightly at the size of it.

He rolls the condom over his cock and then slowly crawls over top of me. My chest still heaving from my orgasm, I stare up at him. He positions himself at my entrance, and then, gaze glued to mine the whole time, he slowly enters me.

I gasp as the sensation of him filling me, and he covers my gasp with a deep kiss, devouring all of me. He breaks the kiss to begin slowly thrusting in and out of me, and I moan.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, and I feel my insides melt. He pumps faster, jostling me on the bed, his cock penetrating impossibly deep. I moan, the sensation almost more than I can bear.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Will chokes out, his expression looking almost pained.

I reach for him, pulling him harder against me.

He leans down, kissing the side of my neck, down my shoulder. “I fantasized about this countless times, but I never imagined you’d feel this good . ”

I moan, clutching at him. “Harder,” I plead. “Please.”

He does as I ask, pounding into me harder with each thrust. I can feel another orgasm building, and I whimper in response. “Oh god,” I whine. “I’m gonna come again.”

“Good,” Will replies, snaking an arm between our writhing bodies to find my clit.

I cry out as he rubs it, continuously pumping in and out of me. “Fuck, fuck,” Will chokes out, closing his eyes.

My second orgasm tears through me, and I shriek in pleasure, just as Will finishes, stilling inside of me. He collapses on top of me, and we lay there, panting, trying to catch our breath.

In the hazy aftermath, the harsh overhead light boring down on us, it suddenly just dawns on me the gravity of the last few hours.

I broke up with Owen.

I was momentarily afraid for my life .

And I just had sex with William Summers.