Page 118 of The Billionaire's Secret

It’s fine. It won’t hurt. Besides I could do with some Dutch courage about now."Yes, please."

"You’re forgetting something."

Am I? What… Oh!"Yes, please, Sir!"

"That’s my girl."

I flush.Shit, why does that make me so happy? I’m not going to pander to the ego of this over-the-top, tyrannical, motherfucker of a guy who is…my husband. Bloody hell."Can I get that champagne?" I whisper.

"Of course."

His footsteps grow closer. Something cool touches my lips. The cold liquid fills my mouth. Bubbles break on my tongue.Yum.I swallow it down, open my mouth again. More of the bubbles flow in, overflow my chin. Coldness hits my chest.

"Oops."

More liquid slides down my skin. I shiver.

"Sorry, babe."

"No, you’re not." I lick the remaining liquid from my lower lip.

"Do that again and I won’t be responsible for what happens next."

"Oh," I swallow.

"Not that either," he groans. "When you form your mouth into that shape, all I can think of is having it wrapped around my cock."

Wetness pools between my legs...and it’s not from the champagne. My nipples pebble and my sex clenches. I chafe my thighs, try to hold in the ache.Shit, this is crazy.Perhaps it’s the forced not-being-able-to-climax thing that has me wound so tightly. I am on the edge of the precipice. One more touch, one more caress of those fingers in the most intimate of my places, one more kiss, one more nip on my clit, a tug on my nipples and I’ll shatter.

"Saint," I whine.

"I know."

A wetness curls around my nipple. I gasp, "What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" He licks the cold champagne off the curve of my breast.

I whimper.

He swipes his way down the underside of my breast. His large palms descend on either side of my hips. He holds me down as I mentally follow the progress of his tongue, down my belly, to my navel. He dips his tongue inside my belly button. My pussy seems to fold in on itself.

"Damn you," I huff.

He nips on the sensitive skin above my pussy. I jump.

"You’re forgetting something again, babe."

Right.

He presses a kiss to the top of my aching, throbbing, trembling core.

"Say it. Go on."

"Damn you,Sir," I snarl.

"Good girl." He drags his chin across my clit. I shudder.Omigod.That was… That is… Oh! He rubs his whiskered skin straight down my lower lips. My thighs spasm and my scalp tingles. Goosebumps pop across my skin. "Please, Saint."

"You’ve got a choice now."