Page 181 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Abby

I haven’t forgiven him. I haven’t. Doesn’t mean I can’t take my pleasure from him.

Doesn’t mean I can’t make him come the way he’s brought me to orgasm so many times, right?

I lower my head and take him in my mouth.

A low growl rumbles from him. I grip his powerful thighs, tilt my chin, and suck him down.

His entire body turns to stone. Under my hands, his muscles ripple; the strength in his body is so potent, so masculine, a fire crackles to life between my thighs.

I pull back until the crown of his cock is poised at the rim of my mouth.

Then I fist his cock and run my tongue across the sensitive skin over the head.

"Fucking hell, Sparrow." His voice is tortured. I glance up to find his brilliant eyes blazing at me. His chest muscles shift, and his biceps contract. I hold his gaze as I swipe him down again, and the tendons of his throat move as he swallows. Moisture beads his forehead, and I know it’s not raindrops.

I bob my head, suck in my cheeks, and his big body shudders.

His jaw hardens, and a pulse beats at his temple, but I have no doubt, he’s going to adhere to his promise.

He’s not going to touch me. He’s going to let me lead on this one.

My heart stutters, and my pussy clenches.

I cup his balls, and the muscles of his flat belly undulate.

There’s so much power in this position. To see his body react as I flick my tongue up the veiny underside of his shaft, as I massage his balls, then slide a finger up the valley between his arse-cheeks.

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, you’re killing me," he bursts out.

I allow myself a tiny smile of triumph, then redouble my efforts. I lick him, suck on him, gag when I take him too deeply, and he lowers his chin to his chest. His breath comes in pants, and the veins on his neck seem ready to pop. "I’m going to come, baby."

In response, I suck on him again, and he growls.

His chest planes undulate, his shoulders rise and fall, and with a hoarse cry, he comes down my throat.

He seems to keep coming, and I swallow it down.

I slurp every, last, goddamn drop down. He sways, then finds his footing, and when I let go of his dick with a popping sound, a strange look comes into his eyes.

"You’ve sucked my soul through my cock. I’m never going to be the same again."

A-n-d that’s why I allowed him to come, despite the fact that he edged me so often. I could have denied him his orgasm, but seeing him fall apart under my ministrations is so much more empowering.

I rise to my feet, then drag the back of my hand across my swollen lips. I grab his clothes. "Take your shower. I’ll get you something to wear."

The bathroom door shuts behind me and I walk in a daze to my closet.

What just happened? What did I do? Did I actually take the lead and suck him off?

And he let me? The big bad alphahole let me set the pace?

And he couldn’t stop himself from coming, and damn, it was so hot.

My pussy clenches. A shiver of delight coils in my belly.

In a daze, I walk to the kitchen, run the washing machine with his clothes, then make a cup of hot tea and bring it back to the bedroom. The shower is still running.

I rummage around in my closet, but really, there’s nothing that’s going to fit him. I settle for the biggest bathrobe I have and place it on the chair near the bed. I hear the bathroom door open behind me and turn in time to see him stepping out.

The steam billows out at his back. He’s knotted a towel around his waist—a towel that rides low enough for me to see the trail of hair that disappears under it.

I’ve just seen him naked. I’ve had him in my mouth, and my hands on those thick corded thighs, and yet, I can’t take my gaze off of his sheer perfection.

He dries his hair with the other towel, and his biceps bunch.

Droplets of water cling to this chest. He takes a step in my direction, and his towel parts enough for him to flash me a glimpse of his leg.

My toes curl. That shiver of delight in my belly unfurls into a volcano of lust. I must make a noise, for his gaze narrows.

I scowl at him, and he hooks the towel around his neck, then raises his hands.

"What happened in there changes nothing."

I open and shut my mouth. Huh, did he just say that? Wasn’t that supposed to be my dialogue? The surprise must show on my face, for his lips curve in a gentle smile.

"I made a promise not to touch you again—not until I’ve made it up to you—and I intend to keep it."

I incline my head. He wipes the smile off his features. "You don’t believe me?"

I raise a shoulder.

"All I want is a chance to show you how much I’ve changed."

"That’s what I told you once, remember?"

He winces, then nods. "I’m sorry for how I treated you, baby, truly.

If I could, I’d go back and change it. If I could, I’d go right back to the beginning and show you how much you mean to me.

How much you’ve always meant to me. Since the day I saw you in high school, there has been no other woman but you. "

I push the hair off my face. "You have a funny way of showing it."

"At first, it was because I was too young. It’s not easy for a boy on the cusp of manhood to admit to himself that he’s found the woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life.

When you called me for help, I felt compelled to respond.

I was so worried you were in trouble, so I came to you right away.

Then I found out you’d betrayed me, and it hurt so much.

.. That’s when I realized how much I cared for you.

That’s when I realized I had real feelings for you.

It made it more difficult for me to forgive you than it would have been to forgive someone who didn't matter.

If it were anyone else, I could have forgotten about it and moved on.

It wasn't about my life being destroyed. It was about you destroying my life, you know?”

I swallow, then nod.

“And then, when I met you again, you were all grown up and gorgeous, and even more alluring than I remembered. I was hell-bent on revenge, and it pissed me off to no end that I couldn’t stop myself from being attracted to you.

From developing feelings for you. Again.

It was a hell of a wake-up call. A massive ego bashing.

Here I was, trying to teach you a lesson, when all along, it was you who was showing me just how wrong I was.

So many times, I wanted to back down from the path I’d set for myself, but I couldn’t…

Not until the day I walked into your apartment and saw you crumpled in the shower. Everything changed then."

"Not on the outside," I murmur.

"It did here." He taps his closed fist on the skin over his heart. "It flipped everything on its head. Every preconceived notion I had about you, about us, every narrative I’d fed myself until then, seemed irrelevant. Every complaint I had about what you did to me seemed so trivial. I knew then, I still felt something for you, but I didn’t have the balls to admit it to you.

Or to myself. Not even when you told me that you loved me…

That you still love me." He swallows, and an uncertain look comes into his eyes. "You do still love me, right?"

"I’m not sure."