Page 13 of The Billionaires' Gamble

But it’ll have to wait.

Right now, I need to make him explode. I give his cock a slow pump, and his rich groan rumbles between them. Katherine pulls back and they stare down at me with twin expressions of lust.

Hooking my hands behind his knees, I give him a quick tug, sliding his lower body and that fat cock closer to me. Obviously startled, he gasps softly but settles instantly, hot blue gaze urging me to finish what I started.

Time to gift him a blow job he won’t forget. My hands join my mouth, working up and down, gliding more easily now. He pumps his hips, nudging the back of my throat.

I breathe through it, relaxing as best I can.

“Is he making you feel good?” Katherine whispers. “He has a talented tongue, doesn’t he?”

Fuck if that’s not the sexiest thing ever.

Shewantsthis.

Both of us. Sharing and pleasing and fucking until we can’t move.

My straight-laced bestie who only wears hip-hugging pencil skirts is letting her hair down, ready to play and so greedy for orgasms. How did I miss this side of her?

“So good,” Gabe agrees, sliding a hand into my hair.

Pleasure skips down my spine. No doubt I’m dribbling precum all over myself, which I kinda love because the thought of us messy and wrecked makes me hot all over.

She makes a pleased sound, and then they’re kissing again. Those breathless gasps and soft moans make me reach for my dick, giving it a rough stroke.

The soundtrack in this bedroom is fucking indecent, and I wish I could record it, but there’s no way I’m letting go of Gabe to reach for my phone. Not when his dick is surging beneath my fingers.

I memorize the way his pulse thunders beneath my lips, the unique texture of his veins, the softness of his skin. His masculine scent.

Gabe Rothburn smells like a techno-dream-boat. Like he actually gives a shit about smelling nice. But also, like him. Like man and sex and need.

We’re a mass of groaning, straining limbs, clutching hands and eager mouths.

I don’t let up. I just keep building, listening for those telltale hitches in his breath and feeling the tautness in his thighs.

“I’m gonna come...”

Katherine drops to the floor next to me, insatiable. I lift my head, making room for her.

I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in my life. Hair mussed, cheeks bright pink, lips swollen, and her gaze locked on Gabe’s dick like it’s her favorite flavor of lollipop.

“Make him come, Wildfire.” I coast a hand down over her ass, giving the rounded globe a firm squeeze.

She leans in quickly, taking my spot, sinking down over him, sucking him deep. Deeper. Harder.

“Fuck yes, just like that, Princess. You guys are...” He trails off, sounding delightfully on the precipice.

Like a stiff breeze could send him over the edge.

Those brilliant blue eyes lock on me, and everything else falls away, soft and hazy.

He wants me. He likes me. And he wants Katherine. HelikesKatherine.

This could work. We’ll make it work. We’ll figure out a way to make sure Alex is in this, too. Fuck the rest of the world and their stupid rules. If they felt this amazing, they’d all be in a relationship just like this.

Katherine groans like Gabe’s dick is the best thing she’s ever put in her mouth.

I lean in close, running a hand up the inside of her thighs. “That’s it, Wildfire,” I whisper. “Make him come right down your throat.”