Page 12 of Tempting the Billionaire (Billionaire Brothers #5)

Ezra

I stare at Emma’s sleeping form beside me, too awake to go back to sleep, but much too content to get up and start my day. So instead, I simply lie beside her, propped up on my elbow, gazing at her as her chest softly rises and falls.

It’s so strange to be back at this beach house. The last time I’d been here was with Diane for one of our anniversaries. I can’t even remember which one it was. It was probably two or more years ago. And even then, things had felt strained.

It’s funny, though. Even though thinking of her still brings out some sadness, hurt, betrayal, it doesn’t sting as much as it did.

All of those bitter emotions are softened by the woman lying next to me.

The woman who, last night, I’d been fantasizing about having kids with—those said kids running around this house, playing in the waves out back, making sandcastles on the beach.

Shit. This whole rebound idea is working out terribly.

I smirk slightly. The only problem is that I’m still not sure how Emma feels.

She’s obviously into me. But she’s young and gorgeous, with her whole life ahead of her.

She might not be looking for someone to settle down with. And I can hardly blame her.

I think of my cousin, Alec. He’s about my age and ended up with a woman much younger than him. But that doesn’t happen every day. And it rarely works out.

Emma rolls over, pulling me from my thoughts. She opens her eyes, her gaze landing sleepily on mine. She smiles in surprise. “Hi.” Her voice is thick and groggy, and it makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and smother her with kisses.

“Morning, sweetheart,” I say, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.

She stretches lazily. I lean down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Coffee,” she murmurs, her eyes closed.

I laugh, taking her hand and pulling her up. “In the kitchen. Let’s go.”

Smiling, she grabs an old sweater of mine lying on the chair in the corner, wrapping it around herself and then following me out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen.

My sweater is long enough that it goes halfway down her thighs, completely enveloping her pajama shorts. Fuck, she looks adorable in it.

I quickly brew a pot of coffee, making two cups for us in between smothering Emma with hugs and kisses.

Our mugs of hot coffee warm in our hands, we carry them out to the back porch where we settle into wicker chairs. I stare out at the ocean waves crashing nearby, the sound like a lullaby. The cool breeze feels soft against my skin, and I glance sideways at Emma.

She’s smiling at me. I raise an eyebrow in question. “What are you thinking about?”

Almost as if she didn’t realize she’d been staring at me, she quickly shakes her head. “Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me,” I insist, grinning.

She bites her lip in thought. “I’ve just never …

never had anyone treat me like this.” She takes a breath.

“Not the whole private jet, mansion on the ocean thing,” she clarifies with a laugh.

“But just … caring. So attentive, making me laugh, making me coffee.” She meets my gaze. “You’re so sweet to me.”

As much as what she said should bring a smile to my lips, it doesn’t. I stare back at her, my brow furrowing, caught on one word in particular. Never . This gorgeous, lovely, sweet woman has never had anyone treat her like this? The idea just about breaks my heart.

She seems to sense my discomfort, and she frowns as well. “What?”

I reach for her hand, running my thumb over her palm. “It makes me sad that I’m the first to have treated you well,” I say simply.

As if just now realizing the reality of what she’d admitted, she nods slowly. Then she shrugs. “I guess I haven’t been lucky when it comes to guys.”

I sigh. Well, that’s over now. The thought comes to my mind so quickly that it almost slips right past my lips. I suppress my shock and squeeze her hand. “I guess I haven’t been lucky with women either,” I admit with a humorless grin. “Until now.”

She stares at me for a long moment, finally leaning over to press her soft lips against mine. My cock stirs in my pants. God, I haven’t been this hot for a woman since I was a teenager.

We slowly finish our coffees, staring out at the morning sun glistening over the ocean.

“I should probably get dressed,” Emma says eventually, standing from her chair and heading inside. I take our mugs to the sink in the kitchen and then follow her into the bedroom where she’s rifling through her duffle bag .

I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her against me. “I think before you get all dressed up, I might want to see you undressed ,” I say, to which she giggles.

“Oh yeah?” She twirls around, pressing her hands against my chest, reaching up to softly kiss me. She pulls back. “But this time …” She tugs at my t-shirt. “I want all this gone. You’ve seen all of me, and I haven’t seen all of you yet.”

I grin. She’s right. I hadn’t even realized that both of our encounters included her completely naked while I remained mostly clothed.

“What did I originally say about who’s in charge when it comes to the bedroom?

” I murmur, taking her chin in my hand and tilting her head up toward me.

Her breath catches in her throat, and I feel myself stiffening.

I smirk. “But I suppose that’s a fair request.”

I step back, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and lifting it over my head and then tossing it aside.

Emma bites her lip as she takes in my torso, desire evident in her gaze.

“Your turn,” I say, gesturing to her pajama top.

She does as I ask, pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the floor, revealing those perfect breasts again. Her pink nipples are already stiff peaks.

I slip my fingers under the waistband of my sleep shorts and boxers, letting them fall to the floor and then stepping out of them.

I wouldn’t normally be this hard this quickly, but something about Emma has my cock stiff and erect, ready for whatever comes.

Her eyes widen as she takes it in. I know my size is larger than normal, and this reaction isn’t exactly unusual, although it’s been a while since I was in any kind of new relationship.

I gesture to her pajama bottoms, and she quickly strips them and her panties, leaving both of us completely bare before each other.

We stand there for a few heartbeats, taking each other in.

Then I stalk toward her, leaning down to scoop her up into my arms and then depositing her on the bed.

She yelps in surprise, but I’m already climbing over top of her, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head.

She gasps in shock, her breasts heaving as she pants, staring up at me with wide eyes.

I grin down at her. I reach over the side of the bed, to my bag on the floor where I retrieve the tie I’d been wearing yesterday.

Emma watches with wide eyes as I gently tie it around her wrists, fastening the end of it to the headboard.

Tight enough to hold her in place, but loose enough to break free if she really wanted to. Her mouth opens in shock.

I raise an eyebrow in question. “Is this okay?” I ask her seriously.

She nods immediately, her eyes darkening in desire. Fuck, it’s taking everything within me not to fuck her brains out right now. But I want this to be slow and deliberate. I have a plan.

I sit up, gazing down at her perfect body, her wrists tied above her head. I reach out to run my thumb over her bottom lip, then down her neck, her chest, in between her breasts, then drawing lazily circles on her stomach.

With a hand on each knee, I spread her legs, settling myself between them. I lower my head, my eyes still pinned on hers. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart,” I murmur, leaning farther to run my tongue along her already slick opening.

She gasps and bucks her hips. I chuckle.

“Be still like a good girl,” I demand before returning to her center.

I take my sweet time running my tongue along her slit, up to her clit, and back down again.

Soon she’s panting and moaning, and I have to hold her hips down in order to keep her still, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips.

I run my tongue over her clit, faster and faster, and I can hear her breathing quicken.

Her moans become more and more frantic, and I can tell she’s close to coming.

But just as she’s about to orgasm, I pull back.

She gasps in surprise. “I didn’t—”

“I know you didn’t,” I say with a smirk.

Understanding dawns on her, and she sucks in a desperate breath of air .

I crawl up her body, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of her right breast. “You’ll come when I want you to come,” I tell her, kissing her left breast. She moans quietly.

I draw lazy circles around her nipple with my tongue, and then I pull it into my mouth completely, sucking. She arches her back, throwing her head back against the bed.

After a few moments of sucking on her breasts, I move back between her legs, this time inserting a few fingers inside of her as I lick her clit. She bucks her hips, pulling on her restraints, writhing in torturous ecstasy as I pleasure her.

“ Ezra ,” she moans. “I’m so close.”

I pull back, and she lets out a frustrated cry, writhing and pulling against the bedframe.

Just the sight of her has me aroused enough to fucking come.

I reach up to run my thumbs over her nipples, creating slow, soft circles. She lets out what can only be described as a sob.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” I ask her.

“Please,” she whines, arching her back and bucking her hips. “Please let me come.”

“But I’m having so much fun watching you squirm,” I say, pinching her nipples .

She cries out, shaking her head back and forth.

“I could do this all day.”

“Ezra!” she cries as I return to her clit, rubbing slow circles. “I can’t take it, please .”

“Oh, you can take it,” I assure her, working her up to an almost-orgasm again before pulling away.

She cries out, writhing so much that I have to pin her down. “I need you inside me,” she pants. “ Please .”

I had intended on torturing her for much longer, but her pleas have me almost bursting, and I don’t think I can wait much longer.

“Yeah?” I press, crawling up her body and settling myself between her welcoming thighs. She wraps her legs around me, practically pulling me against her. “You want my thick cock filling you up?”

She nods, panting desperately.

“Say it,” I order.

“I want your cock inside of me,” she breathes.

At that, I slam the length of myself into her, and she gasps. I begin thrusting hard and fast, her breasts jostling with each thrust, her wrists straining against the fabric of my tie.

Her cries become louder and louder, filling the room .

I brace myself on either side of her, pumping faster and faster. Fuck, I’m not going to last long at all. I can already tell.

She screams, and I feel her pussy pulsing around my cock as her orgasm floods through her. At that, I let myself go, releasing myself inside of her.

I collapse on top her, reaching up to quickly untie her restraints.

She pulls her arms down, wrapping them around me, and we lie like that, panting, for what feels like hours.

And in the glow of the aftermath, a startling realization settles over me.

Something I’d considered a possibility but that I now know to be a fact.

That Emma Hayes is far from a rebound. That she will either heal my broken heart or shatter it forever.