Page 7 of The Good Billionaire (Billionaire Hart #1)

Kennedy

“ D o you have condoms?” I asked Seb, biting my lip.

“Condoms? Plural? As in you think I carry several on me now at all times.”

I watched Seb remove his charcoal sports jacket. So rich against the buttery yellow walls and bright white comforter making the bedroom glow.

“You’re single, you have that right.” I unzipped my platform suede boots and slid them off, dropping me down several inches below Seb’s six-three frame. The burgundy carpet felt soft under my feet.

“I’m not single.” He came up to me and pulled me in by the waist. “And neither are you. You’re my wife.”

The man made me melt and feel gooey with his green eyes, dark hair, and wide shoulders. I wondered if he’d gotten out of his own way and finally gotten some tail in the past six months. Women tripped over themselves watching him. And in scrubs? Calling Doctor break my Hart...

Would sex with Sebastian put me back to square one? Would all the suffering I’d endured over the last six months trying to get over that man be for naught?

“Where were we, Kenna?” Seb kissed me.

What a question? Where were we? Getting a divorce.

And he was going to San Francisco for a year.

Even if we weren’t divorcing, he’d go and probably forget to call me for days and weeks.

He’d get too wrapped up in the lifestyle out there.

And I’d be back here, alone, waiting for him. Just like these past couple of years.

This would be our last time together, but I didn’t want to think about that now. I sat on the bed and tugged him by the belt. “Open this.”

“Oh yeah.”

After this weekend, I was pretty sure I was never having sex again.

“Remember him?” Seb gripped his cock.

“Mr. I’ll Take Your Virginity, thank you very much,” I joked, breathing in his skin, loving the smell of soap and musk.

“Taste me, Kenna.” Seb’s voice turned low and husky. “I’ll return the favor, I promise.”

A man who made a woman go crazy between my legs with his mouth was a nuisance to society because he could get whatever he wanted.

Like convincing his soon-to-be-ex-wife to pretend to still be married. Not that I needed to be convinced. I was sincere about not wanting to ruin Savannah’s wedding.

Now Sebastian wanted head. But he didn’t lie, he’d return the favor, all right. He loved going down on me.

Oh, what the hell. I licked my lips and let him rest his cock against my mouth.

“Oh, babe. I missed you. He missed you.”

I doubt that.

But I parted my lips because I wanted to taste him. Oh, the flavor, musky and rich. Inch by inch, he slid in, until his cock tapped the back of my throat. “No one’s taken me this good, Kenna. Ever.”

I doubt that too.

Although, I was good at giving head. Seb had taught me well. And I enjoyed it. Enjoyed the power it gave me.

“You didn’t answer if you have any condoms on you,” I said, licking the sides.

The way he groaned, he may not last, rendering that point moot.

“I don’t have any, Kennedy. I don’t carry condoms in my wallet.” He stroked my forehead, pushing in and out of my mouth. “I trust my cousin has some lying around.”

“I’d be very disappointed if Grayson didn’t use up a full pack every time.”

“Like we used to in school?” Seb lowered his mouth to mine. “Are you not on the pill anymore, babe?”

I breathed and wondered what to tell him. Figuring what the hell because I wanted sex, the dirty, messy kind with the man I loved, I uttered, “Yeah, Seb. I am.”

He stared at me and the wicked gleam in his eyes tightened my nipples. “Take off your clothes.”

Standing, I undressed with his eyes on me, raking over every inch of my skin. What was happening? Had I looked so forlorn in the OR, the bakery, and when I showed up at the hotel? Yet, there I was sliding off my thong.

“Do you always wear a thong nowadays?”

“No.”

“Is that because you were meeting me?”

“I wore these all the time, Seb.”

“I’m a moron for not noticing.”

In fairness, he wasn’t around when I put them on and when I took them off in defeat at night because he hadn’t come home.

His mouth landed on mine, hard. His hands touched me everywhere since I was now naked.

“You’re so wet,” he moaned, his fingers sliding into my slick folds. “Lay down.”

This weekend I would pretend to still be happily married. Still be in love. I didn’t have to pretend about the love part. Only the happy part. He lowered to his knees and with my leg over his shoulder, he teased my skin. One lick and I’d barrel over the edge in a few seconds.

“Don’t stop,” I whined, writhing against his hot mouth.

“I didn’t want to stop,” he said, now rubbing me with his fingers.

I looked down and caught his eyes, blazing green. “Are you holding my orgasm hostage?”

He winked and next, his mouth disappeared between my thighs. I shattered under his tongue and my world out spun of control.

“On the bed. Facedown,” he commanded after my waves stopped.

“Yes, doctor.” I climbed up on the bed and his hands gripped my hips.

“Fucking gorgeous, Kenna. Mine. This is still mine.” He pushed his way into me. Bare.

This was wrong. So wrong.

Sex with the ex. Only, I wasn’t his ex. He refused to sign the divorce papers.

“No one, Kenna. No one got me this crazy. You... I was made for you.” He punished me with deep, hard thrusts.

Lying facedown, I let him fill me with his cock, burying himself so damn deep. Hitting the end of me, shattering me as I grunted. Seb was always vocal in bed. He gripped my butt cheeks spreading me wider.

“This is mine too, babe. Don’t forget it.” One of the many truths that flipped my world upside down.

Pretending we were still together that weekend meant holding hands and kissing which would lead to more sex, more of him taking me at night. Destroying me.

Sebastian filled me after several more minutes of just raw sex. Sex that I loved way too much. This... I gave into Seb because I’d been on edge. Close to cracking.

Please let me come out of this weekend in one piece.