Page 12 of The Billionaires' Gamble

“I think he likes that, Wildfire.”

“Mhmm,” Gabe confirms.

“Let’s see what else he likes.”

I sink to the floor next to Katherine, sliding a hand across her lower back. She gives a happy little purr, leaning left to make room for me. Gabe spreads his thighs even wider.

Across the room, Katherine’s phone rings again, and she tenses beneath my palm.

“Ignore it,” she says.

So we do. We push the outside world away for just a little longer and get back to enjoying each other.

The scene before me is deliciously obscene. Like the big-bad-tech-tycoon couldn’t wait to get off, so all he was able to do was unleash his dick and let us have our way.

Leaning in, I run a line of kisses up Katherine’s shoulder, inhaling her intoxicating scent. But there’s also something heady in the air. Masculine. A bit spicy.

I fill my lungs with the seductive combination, and as soon as she pulls back, I lean in for my first taste. With one hand on Gabe’s thigh and the other hooked around Katherine’s waist, I lick a line up his hard length.

There’s a glassy bead at the tip, begging me to taste it. I fully intend to. But I want more. I want to inhale him, breathe him in, fill my senses.

Kat keeps both her hands wrapped around the base, holding him at the ready for me.

She’s right.We’re a team.

After a quick glance at Gabe’s face to check in—he’s so on board—I close my lips over his velvet-covered hardness. The thick purple head is wet from Katherine’s attention and so hot between my lips. I circle the crown with my tongue and give the slit a teasing flick, collecting the salty slick bead.

“Oh, god, yes.”

Katherine slips out from under my hand and crawls up next to him.

“Enjoying yourself?” she murmurs.

“So much,” Gabe replies, voice lower than I’ve ever heard from him.

I keep my mouth locked on, sucking him deeper and deeper. Shifting and twisting until I get just the right angle. But it’s still not quite perfect.

Rocking back on my knees, I run my hands up his thighs. His muscles tense beneath the dark denim.

We’re doing this. We’re really doing this.

And Katherine’s here with us.

Is she still okay with everything?

Because I know it’s one thing to intellectually be alright with something, but completely different when you’re confronted with it with your own eyes.

“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Gabe asks, taking the words out of my mouth. He’s watching her with such a warm look that it makes my heart squeeze.

I love that we’re obviously on the same page. That he cares about her enough to check in.

She gives him a wicked smile. “Totally.”

Cupping his cheek, she leans in for a kiss. It goes from a sweet peck to full-on tongue-fucking in a second flat. She suckson his tongue, and his body tightens. He shoves a hand into her hair, grabbing a messy chunk, holding her mouth right where he wants her.

I want that.

Long kisses, clinging to each other, forgetting everything else, and just giving in to the hormones.