Page 60 of The Billionaire's Baby

"What are you thinking?" His voice is low and oh, so sexy, with that just-woken-up rasp, combined with that authoritative edge that’s inherent in everything he says and does.

My toes curl and my core trembles, I open my mouth and close it again. Do I dare tell him? Do I? And hand the power over to him?

"What do you want?" His tone is steady as he stares into my eyes, and oh my, that’s hot.

"I… I," I stutter, "I…"

"Say it," he snaps.

"I want you to shag me."

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"Shag you or spoon you?" My lips twist. I don’t stop the satisfied smile that curls my mouth.

"Can you…uh, do both?"

"I aim to oblige."

I swoop down and gather her close. Her pupils dilate. I press my lips to her forehead, to her upturned nose, to those rosebud lips. She opens her mouth and I deepen the kiss. I sweep my tongue over hers, suck on it. She moans deep inside, thrusts her breasts into my chest. I draw her hips flush against mine. My cock nestles in the warmth between her legs and she gasps. I kiss her again, once, twice, then lean back. I lower the zipper of the jeans she's wearing, tug it off, then pull the sweatshirt up and over her head.

"Turn over," I rasp.

She blinks once, then rolls over onto her side.

I shove down my boxers, kick them aside then grasp my dick and pump it once. I tug her close, until my shaft is once more nestled along the dent between her butt cheeks, then bring my hand up to cup her breast. I squeeze her nipple and she shudders. I slide my other hand under her, then palm her other breast. She wriggles her hips against me, pushes back. "Ari," she whines.

"Shh." I bring my palm up to her mouth, slide my thumb in between her lips. She sucks on it and I feel the pull all the way down to the tip of my cock.

I trail my fingers down to her core, strum her pussy lips, and she arches back, and into me, chasing that release that only I can give her. I slide my fingers inside her sopping wet channel, and she moans deep in her throat. I add a third finger, then a fourth, then curl them inside her. Her entire body jerks. She turns her head toward me, reaches up to kiss my mouth. I pull back.

I hold her heavy-lidded gaze as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. Her shoulders shudder, as her breasts heave, the pulse at the base of her throat beating in a rapid tempo. I lower my mouth to her throat and suck on her skin. She shivers, digs her fingers in my hair and coaxes me lower.

"What do you need?" I ask, "Tell me, Sparks."

"My tits," she gasps, "squeeze my nipples plea—"

I bring my hand up and twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasps, then wriggles her hips and pushes her entire body back and into mine. "Shh," I bring my face up to hers, "I know what you want."

"You…you do?"

I nod. "And I’m going to give it to you."

I pull my fingers out of her, then slide my cum-soaked digit inside her arsehole.

She freezes. "Ari." Her gaze widens. "Wha…what are you doing?"

"Making sure you are ready for me."

"Not there."

"There." I nod.

"I… I’m not…" she swallows, "I mean, I can’t. I don’t want to."

"You will."