Page 36 of The Hookup Situation (Billionaire Situation #5)

JULIE

I wake up at Riverside, and the weight of the world sits heavily on my chest. Nick’s already awake, staring out at the mountains through the massive windows.

“Can’t sleep?” I ask, curling into his side, pressing my cheek against his heart, listening to the steady beat.

“Just thinking.” He kisses the top of my head.

I sit up to look at him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I have a bad feeling about going back.”

“Nick—”

“I know; I know. It’s just the feeling.” He pulls me closer to him. “It’s just … this week with you has been perfect.”

“Does that have to change?” I ask.

“No, it doesn’t. But it will.” He traces patterns on my bare shoulder. “I’m afraid this will scare you away.”

“Why? Talk to me.” I kiss him.

“The media, the gossip sites—they have ruined every relationship I’ve ever been in. This—all of this—is usually the catalyst and the cause of the end.”

We’re quiet for a moment, just holding each other as morning light fills the room .

I exhale. “It’s a lot to deal with. I’ve never craved attention. There are times when we’re alone when I question this.”

He studies me. “I have a lot of baggage. It’s what stopped me from pursuing you before.”

“That makes me sad.” I sit up. “Ready for a relationship tip?”

He nods with a smirk.

“This?” I wave my hand around. “You’re mourning the end before it’s begun.”

Nick licks his perfect lips, sitting upright too.

“We have a deadline, Jules. Less than a month to decide if this is something you want to deal with for the rest of your life. The public scrutiny won’t change.

The rumors won’t change. The tracking of us and our life and our relationship status, lies, rumors—all of it will not magically disappear.

If you choose me, you choose everything that comes with it, and I need you to think long and hard about that. ”

He leans forward, his hand slides up the back of my neck, and he grasps my hair. He presses kisses down my throat, and my breathing grows ragged.

“This is just a taste of it,” he warns, his teeth grazing across my sensitive skin as he leans me back, pushing up my T-shirt.

My chest rises and falls, the cool morning air brushing against my nipples, already hard and begging for his attention.

He kisses up my stomach, then captures my nipple in his mouth before sliding to the next one.

“You have to be absolutely sure I’m what you want on Halloween.” His voice is low.

“I know,” I whisper, my breathing increasing.

The sun filters through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the bedroom.

The silk sheets are cool against my bare skin, and I try to remember every feeling.

As he continues to kiss lower, my stomach tightens with anticipation.

I want him, and the delicious craving of having exactly that makes my pussy clench.

He sits upright on his knees between my thighs.

I tilt my head, my eyes sliding over his shirtless body.

His chest is a masterpiece of muscle, and his abs are carved like a sculpture.

The gray sweatpants hang low on his hips, and I can see the outline of his cock, already hard, straining against the fabric.

My mouth waters from just thinking about it.

His brown eyes lock on mine, and that sexy-as-sin smirk makes my thighs tremble.

“If you have any doubts, your answer should be no,” he purrs, his voice dripping with dominance.

I love it.

I swallow hard because, his voice alone is enough to make me wet. He leans forward, pushing my shirt over my head. Then he pins my wrists to the mattress. His breath is hot against my neck, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body, searing into mine.

“I’ve been thinking about a few things on your list.” His lips brush against my ear. “Do you want to play?”

“Yes, I do,” I whisper.

“Close your eyes. Stay right here. Do not move.” Nick moves off the mattress. “Don’t peek either.”

“Okay.” I stay exactly where I am, eyes closed, hands resting above my head.

I can hear him slide open the drawer, then close it. I run through everything on my naughty wish list.

There are several I can automatically cross off from happening.

A moment later, fabric is sliding around my wrists, and then I’m being attached to the headboard.

Gently, he places something over my eyes, tying it.

The world goes dark, and my senses sharpen.

I can hear his breathing, the rustle of the sheets as he moves, the faint creak of the bed beneath us.

“Ready?” he mutters, his hand sliding down my body, fingertips grazing my ribs, my stomach, stopping just above my dripping pussy.

“Yes,” I say breathlessly.

“Think about every sensation and enjoy it. Right now, you’re mine, Little Red. ”

His fingers trail down my thighs, parting them slowly, and I can feel his breath on my inner thigh, so close to where I need him most.

He growls, his lips brushing against my sensitive skin. “I can smell you, baby. You’re begging for it.”

He doesn’t make me wait. His tongue drags up my slit, and I arch off the bed, a gasp tearing from my throat. He laps at my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I scream, my wrists straining against the silk. My body is on fire.

“That’s it.” His voice is muffled against my pussy. “Scream for me. We’re going until you beg me to stop.”

I immediately laugh, loving that this is what we’re doing. “Oh, yes. Thank you. Let’s cross this off.”

He plunges two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I swear I see galaxies.

His tongue is relentless, his fingers pumping in and out of me, and I’m losing it.

My hips rock against his scruff, and I greedily chase that sweet release, knowing he’ll give me as many as I want, until I beg him to stop.

“Come for me, my greedy girl,” he commands, his voice gravelly.

And I do.

The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body trembling, my screams echoing through the room. He pulls away, watching my pussy pulse for him.

“I wish you could see what a beautiful sight you are,” he says, slowly giving me a finger.

He pulls away, and I hear him suck on his finger.

“Mmm. You’re my favorite flavor.”

Once I come down from my high, he moves back to my clit, adjusting to how sensitive I am. He starts slow until the build happens again.

He laughs against me; the sound filled with wicked intent, and then his tongue is on me, licking a long, lazy stripe from my entrance to my clit .

I cry out, my body buckling as pleasure crashes through me again.

This time, he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give me a moment to recover. His tongue swirls around my clit, flicking and teasing, and I’m already trembling, already on the edge.

“Damn, your cum tastes so good,” he whispers. His voice sends shivers down my spine. “Like fucking honey.”

His tongue dives into me, plunging deep, and I cry out again, my thighs shaking as he fucks me with his tongue, slamming into me like I’m made for him.

One hand grips my hip, pinning me down as his mouth works me. He’s so filthy.

The other hand slides between my thighs, fingers dipping into my slick folds, and I moan, my hips jerking uncontrollably.

“Your cunt is dripping for me,” he rasps against my clit. “Perfection.”

Two fingers slide into me, curling, stroking that rough, spongy spot inside me.

I scream, my orgasm crashing over me, ripping me from my reality.

His fingers pump in and out of me, fast and hard, while his tongue latches on to my clit, sucking and flicking, driving me higher, deeper into the pleasure until I’m shaking, crying, begging.

“Please,” I sob, my voice wrecked. “I’m so close. I’ve lost count.”

“Enjoy the ride, sweetheart.” He growls, his words muffled against my pussy. “I’m not done with you until you tell me to stop. I’ll eat this pretty little pussy for the rest of the day. Now, relax for me.”

His fingers withdraw, and I whimper at the loss. I hear the click of something—a bottle maybe.

“I’m going to try something. If it’s too much, tell me to stop,” he whispers.

I feel the press of one digit against my asshole, teasing, probing with lube and my juices.

At first, I tense, but he shushes me, his voice soft and reassuring .

“This is going to feel so good, baby.” His tongue is circling my clit again. “Let me in.”

I melt for him, and his finger slides into my ass, filling me in a way that makes me gasp.

His tongue is back on my clit, licking and sucking, while two of his fingers move in tandem.

Two in my pussy, one in my ass. I don’t recognize the sound coming from my throat or the sensation traveling through my body.

The pressure is almost unbearable, but delicious.

I’m split open, stretched, filled to the brim, and I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop shaking as he works me over, driving me toward the edge.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” His voice is full of lust. “Take it. Take everything I give you. You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me keep worshipping you.”

I take all of him—his fingers, his tongue, his praise—until I’m coming again, my body spasming, my cunt clenching around his fingers, my ass tightening around his pinkie. He doesn’t stop. He holds me through it, his mouth and fingers relentless, until I’m exploding again.

He returns to my clit, and it’s too sensitive.

“Please.”

“Is that you crossing it off your list?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, barely able to catch my breath. “Now, I need more. Harder. Break me, Nick.”

Seconds later, he’s opening my thighs wide. “You’re glistening for me, babe.”

“I need you so bad.”

He growls—a sound so primal that it makes my clit throb—and then he’s on me, his cock pressing against my soaked entrance. He slides into me in one smooth, brutal thrust, and I scream, my body arching off the bed as he fills me, stretches me, claims me.

“Is this how you wanted it?” He groans.

“Harder,” I scream out, my back arching off the bed.

I’m lost in the sensation, lost in him, until there’s nothing but pleasure, nothing but him and us .