Page 101 of The Billionaires' Gamble

She reaches back, threading her flour-coated fingers through my wet hair. I don’t care that I’m basically going to have rock-hard school paste to rinse out later. The only thing that matters is making her come.

Her slick eases my way, and I slide the middle digit as deep as I can. The stretchy material of her suit holds me hostage.

“Shoulda taken this off when I had the chance.”

Her hands immediately go to her hips.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and help me out.”

She shoves the wet material down, and it lands against the floor with a plop. Then she adjusts her stance again, welcoming my touch. I grind my cock against her ass, needing some relief. It’s a good thing I didn’t know what a horny little thing she was all those years ago. I wouldn’t have been able to stay away.

Her most tender flesh clenches around my middle finger. “King?—”

“What is it, Wildfire?”

I pump her harder, rocking her up onto her tiptoes.

“Need you…” She’s breathless. So damn close.

“Do you need something bigger to fill you up?”

“Yes.”

Fuck.

That word hits me hard. Straight to the heart but also wraps around my aching cock like a lover’s lips.

Carefully, I spin her to the open section of counter space to our left, pulling my hand from between her thighs. I let go long enough to shove my swim trunks down. My muscles are so tight with the need to come, I’m worried I’m gonna cramp. And the heat… is it possible for skin to melt right off?

It feels like it.

Cock in one hand, I use the other to pull her hips back. He knows the way, burrowing between her soft cheeks to her wet haven. A long groan rumbles from my chest at the first hint of her juices coating the head of my cock.

“I need it too,” I say, pressing into her. “You’re an addiction.”

She lifts onto the balls of her feet, pressing that velvet heat back onto my shaft.

“Look at you impaling yourself. Can’t help yourself, can you?” What a dream. An absolute dream.

She shakes her head, wordless. What a fucking treat to have her all to myself. Not that I don’t enjoy Gabe and Alex and their assistance. It’s the best sex ever. Hands down. Zero doubts.

But this.

Fucking her so deep that she can’t even speak? Priceless.

Folded over the counter, she takes every thrust with a throaty purr of pleasure. What will it take to make her scream? Not gonna lie, I’d crow like a rooster if the guys on the other boat came to check on us because she screamed the roof down.

“Harder,” she pants.

What my lady wants, my lady gets. Planting my hands on the edge of the counter, I pull my hips back and slam them forward. She cries out.

“More.” The hoarse cry tears from her lips.

I press kisses along her spine and then give another hard thrust. She curls over the countertop, back arching, her pussy a tight vice around my cock. Every time I slam my hips home, driving her against the polished oak cabinet, her hot little cunt grips me like it’ll never let me go. The breathless sighs and moans urge me on, making me feel like, well, a king.

I’ve never enjoyed working up a sweat as much as I do at this moment.

“So close.”