Page 38 of The Billionaire's Secret

Weston’s shoulders tense. Then he grips the hair of the woman in between his thigh. He tugs and she moans. He yanks her head back and forth, using her mouth to get himself off. His mouth firms, then he pulls her off of him. He snaps his fingers and all three women in the room rise to their feet. Turning, they fade toward the exit.

"Well trained." I smirk.

He grabs hold of a napkin from the side table, wipes himself then tucks himself inside of his pants.

"Bet they didn’t pose much of a challenge to you, hmm?" I ask.

"Is that what you are looking for?" He tosses the cloth aside, then fixes himself and stands to his feet.

Is it?I raise my shoulders. "I’m cool, ol' chap. Easy come, easy go."

"That’s what Sinner used to say." He mutters, "Then look what happened to him…"

"Sinner’s a fucking fool, letting his emotions getting entangled with a woman. Not that I have anything against Summer."

He chuckles, "Of course, not." He rises to his feet.

"I am not going to make the same mistake." I crack my neck.

"You trying to convince me or yourself?" He asks.

"Neither." I shuffle my feet. "Mind you, of all us, Jace and Sinner are the happiest right now."

"No doubt ensconced with their women." He shudders.

"Tying themselves to one woman for the rest of their lives." A hot feeling stabs at my chest.Whoa. I’m not jealous. I’m not.Burying myself in the same pussy every night, waking up with the scent of her in my nostrils, her moans echoing in my ears, the thrum of her cunt vibrating at my fingertips… Nah. My groin hardens; blood drains to my cock. Clearly, I need a diversion. I did the right thing, turning her down. I am never going to give in to the temptation her body affords me. Nope.

Shouts reach me from the theatre below. Turning, I prowl over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooks the stage.

Weston joins me.

I gaze down at where a woman hangs in a graceful split from the pole in the center. The shouting dies down. She stays motionless, a long statue of grace. Her leg muscles are coiled, her calves seem to be carved out of stone. Surely, her ankles are too delicate to bear the weight of her body? Then the strains of a familiar song crash over the space. Is it The Beatles?

Who the fuck strip teases to a song by the bloody Beatles?

She arches her arm at a right angle to her body. A ripple runs through the crowd. I freeze.

Victoria does, and damn, does she give the song a whole new meaning.

She leans into the move, her hip jutting out…the silvery strip of nothing digging into the crease between her legs, stretching to outline what would be pink, juicy, pussy lips. A shimmer of lust crawls up my spine. The hair on the back of my nape rises. The music pumps up…

I stare as she twirls around once, then again. Bends one leg, thrusts out the other, then lets go, to stay poised on one arm for a second—the crowd gasps—then she wraps her am up and around her leg, thrusts out her breasts. Her nipples are outlined against the shimmery top…that hugs every curve of her body, baring her creamy shoulders. The arch of her neck, the sweat that beads that beautiful skin, clings to the regal arch of her brow, slides down her temples, across that soft curve of her cheek. She throws her head back, lips parted, spine arched in the simulation of the first throes of an orgasm.

The lyrics crescendo. She’s dancing toCome Togetherby The Beatles. Jesus H Christ. Come together, indeed.

Her eyelids snap open. Familiar green eyes, stare up at me.Her eyes.I glare. Under the harsh spotlights, her skin glows—white, transparent, so fragile.All mine.A growl rips from me.

"How dare she?"

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Victoria

His pale, blue eyes glitter, and even from across the space that separates us, they resemble chips of ice. Hard. Mean. His nostrils flare. Is he angry?

His jaw tics; his shoulders seem to grow in size.

No, he's not angry; he's livid. I gulp and all of my nerve-endings seem to flare. His chest heaves and the shirt stretches across the planes, outlining every single ripped muscle. Omigod, no one should look that gorgeous, that lethal. My belly clenches.