Page 14 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

Will

Soft, morning light streams in through the curtains, and I sigh, stretching lazily. I open my eyes, and it takes me a moment to realize where I am. The unfamiliar window, the plaster on the ceiling …

The woman lying asleep beside me.

I turn my head to see Josie, arms sprawled above her head, her hair splayed out at her side. The covers have migrated just low enough that her bare breasts are exposed to the room, heaving gently as she breathes in and out.

I’m momentarily distracted by them—how perfect and perky they are. And I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to do what we did last night all over again .

Fuck, the feeling of being inside of her had been incredible. The way she’d moaned, the way she’d whimpered while I pleasured her.

Shit, I’m already hard.

Josie sighs quietly and stretches, then she opens her eyes.

It takes a moment for her to turn her head and her gaze to land on mine, and when she does, an adorable blush creeps over her cheeks.

Realizing how exposed she is, she pulls the covers up over her chest. But it’s too late—the sight of her will forever be ingrained into my memory.

“Morning,” she says softly.

“Morning,” I reply.

We stare at each other for a long moment. Then her gaze travels lower, eyes widening, and she giggles, covering her mouth with a hand. I look down to see that my obvious arousal has created quite a tent through the lone sheet I have covering me.

Josie stifles a giggle. “Sorry, I know that just happens sometimes. You can’t really help it. ”

I turn to her, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, this isn’t one of those times.”

Her face blushes an even deeper red, and fuck I can feel myself getting harder. “Oh?” she squeaks.

“Yeah, it was probably my view of your perfect, naked tits that did it for me.”

She opens her mouth. “How long were you staring?” she demands.

I shrug. “Long enough to think about all the things I did to them last night … and all the things I want to do again.”

She swallows, and I can see her breath quicken. “Yeah?” she breathes.

“Yeah,” I repeat, reaching out to take the edge of her blanket from her fingertips and slowly pull it down her body, revealing her breasts, her stomach, and that perfect pussy that had taken me so well last night.

She shivers, from the cold or from anticipation, I’m not sure. I take my time to look over the length of her, her perky tits, her pink erect nipples just begging to be played with. I glide my gaze lazily along her stomach, her hips, her thighs.

I reach out to place a hand on her waist, anchoring myself as I meet her gaze and, without breaking eye contact, lean down to press a soft, chaste kiss to the tip of her breast.

A quiet sigh escapes her.

I take my tongue and lazily run it over her nipple, back and forth, pulling it into my mouth and sucking.

She moans, reaching down to tangle her fingers in my hair. “Will,” she breathes, and it just about lights me on fire.

I reach out to finger her other breast while I continue to lick and tease the first one with my mouth. And there she goes, whimpering like a little slut just like last night. A little slut all for me .

My perfect, little slut.

I take my time winding her up until her whimpers become more and more hysterical. I reach a hand between her thighs to find her deliciously dripping wet and ready for me. I sit up, grinning down at her.

“Turn over, sweetheart,” I instruct.

A momentary expression of surprise passes over her face, but she quickly does as I say, giving me a perfect view of her round backside. I lean over the bed, grabbing my wallet from my jeans pocket on the floor and pulling out a condom. I rip it open, sliding it over my cock.

I urge her legs apart, climbing between them. I lower myself over top of her, kissing up along her spine and positioning myself at her entrance. And then I slide into her.

She moans into the pillows, and I roll my eyes in ecstasy. Fuck, she feels incredible. She bucks her hips back toward me, begging for more, and I give it to her, thrusting in and out.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Take me like a good girl.”

She moans louder .

I pump faster, loving the feel as I thrust deeper and deeper each time, claiming this perfect woman as my own. Why did I never see her like this before? Why did I wait so long? Waste so many years?

I snake a hand between her stomach and bed, finding her clit and rubbing. She moans louder, and I pick up speed.

“Say my name, Josie,” I instruct, my lips against her ear.

“Will,” she pants, moaning in time with my thrusts. Her cries become more hysterical as I rub her clit faster.

“Say my name when you come,” I tell her.

A strangled moan escapes her. I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock. “Will!” she cries, her orgasm ripping through her. I’m right behind her, finishing with a deep groan.

We lay there panting, and in the light of day, it suddenly dawns on me what we’ve just done. I’ve slept with Chloe’s best friend. Her best friend . Right before her wedding.

I glance at Josie, her face flushed and pink, her gorgeous eyes glistening. As much as I want this—as much as I might need it—this might just be the worst timing ever.