Page 65 of The Billionaire Who Hated Me (Until He Loved Me)

He slips his fingers from me and rubs my clitoris faster, with a little more pressure.“Cal—”

“Or when I’ve got my mouth on it, sucking and nibbling and flicking at it with my tongue?”

“Oh—”

“Or maybe when I’m fucking you good.Shoving my big dick all the way up in you, pulling it out again, grinding my meat back and forth over your clit until you explode?”

I gasp.I shudder.I’m in the middle of cumming when he grabs me by the waist and lifts me all the way out of the water.

He growls.“Fuck, yeah.I wanted to watch your legs shake, you greedy little thing.”

I’m disoriented.Trying to catch my breath.Cal turns me around until I’m facing him.

I look between my spread legs to see his cock sticking up from the water, swollen and purple with a perfectly shaped head.I have no idea how big it is, only that it just barely fits inside me and it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever experienced.

Every time he’s inside me, I’m filled.Completely.

His mouth claims mine.His tongue pushes between my lips as the head of his cock splits me in two.Before I know what’s happening, he’s got his arms under my knees and is holding me in place as he fucks up into me.

It’s too much.I’m cumming again.I feel myself shattering as I scream out Cal’s name.

From somewhere in the penthouse suite, I hear what sounds like a teenage kid shout out, “Oooooh!Navy SEALs!”

CHAPTER 33

Victoria

“I’m sorry, baby.”

Cal slowly lifts me off his cock, gives me a gentle kiss, and pushes himself to a stand.Despite my orgasm-fogged vision, I can appreciate how beautiful he is as he steps from the tub.Water runs down the rippling muscles of his back, down his sculpted ass, and along the defined bulk of his thighs and calves.

He ties a towel on his hips and exits the bathroom.I guess the show’s over.

“Where are you going?”

“That’s probably Declan.I’ll just be a minute.”

I shake the cobwebs from my brain and step out of the soaking tub.That was Declan’s voice I heard?What?Declan’s in the living room?

After I put on the smaller of two sinfully luxurious Fairmont bathrobes, I twist my hair up in a towel and slip my feet into a pair of fuzzy spa slippers.I load up my arms with everything Cal needs and follow his wet footprints out into the living area.

There’s no sign of Declan, but Cal is standing on the balcony in his towel, his phone to his ear.It’s so windy I can barely hear what he’s saying.

“Another one?”He nods, listening.“Yeah, I completely get it.Safety is all that matters.”Cal must have sensed me watching him, and he glances up.

He’s frowning at first, probably from the conversation.But the instant he sees me, his face completely changes.His eyes flash with—what, exactly?Appreciation?Affection?I notice that the swirling, dark clouds behind him are a perfect match for his violet eyes.And then he unleashes one of those killer smiles on me.

My knees wobble.

I’ve never seen such masculine perfection, so much Alpha-male beauty.His head is turned toward me, but the rest of him remains in profile, giving me a perfect view of how tall and straight he is.How the years of punishing effort have carved out every inch of his taut flesh.His arms are bulky but precisely cut.His waist is tapered, and his abs ripple.His shoulders are thick and strong.

That hotel towel is no match for the bulge beneath.

I’m not breathing.

Breathe, Victoria.

“Of course,” he says into the phone, still grinning at me.“I will.Keep us posted.”