Page 244 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Solene

"Declan!" His name has barely left my lips when he begins to eat me out. He grips my thighs and pulls them apart enough that I’d fall over, except he holds me in place as his tongue stabs inside my channel.

He licks and sucks and bites, and to my horror, the orgasm wells up from somewhere deep inside.

"No, no, no." I shake my head and try to pull away.

At least, I think I do. Only, my body decrees otherwise.

Instead, I thrust my hips back and try to take more of his tongue inside my pussy.

I begin to grind down on his mouth, and he obliges by licking me from my clit to my puckered hole.

My eyes roll back in my head. I gasp, groan and whine.

Sweat runs down the valley between my tits.

My breasts swell. My nipples are so hard, so achy.

And he must read my thoughts because he reaches up and pinches the right one.

Hard. Shockwaves streak down to my core.

My clit swells. Moisture pools between my legs and he slurps it up, then licks up my pussy lips.

The pleasure waves inside me intensify, pouring over each other, growing in height, riding out and up my back, down my legs.

"Please, please, please." I’m not sure what I’m begging for, but he must understand, for he releases his hold on my nipple, only to pinch my clit and stab his tongue inside me.

Then he slips his thumb inside my puckered hole, and the orgasm crashes over me.

I cry out and dig my fingers into the cushions as wave after wave of ecstasy punches into my chest, bursts behind my eyes, and fills every cell in my body.

My eyelids flutter down. Unable to hold on, I begin to slump, and have the sensation of being caught and carried.

That delicious chocolate and coffee scent of his surrounds me.

Without opening my eyes, I turn my head into his chest and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with Declan.

He places me down on what I’m sure is the counter in the ensuite bathroom, but I refuse to open my eyes.

"I need to clean you, baby." The vibration of his voice against my cheek is so reassuring. I’ve missed being held by him. Missed his scent and the way he surrounds me when he has his arms around me.

"Please, baby."

A-n-d, when he says the P-word, I can’t refuse him.

When he commands me, I can’t stop myself from doing what he wants.

And when he requests anything from me I…

all but fall apart in my speed to comply.

Either way, I’m fucked. I look up, and instantly, his piercing blue gaze locks with mine.

He lowers his face, brushes his lips over mine and…

I. Melt. I fall apart. Completely. A tear squeezes out from the corner of my eye. He instantly licks it up.

"Fuck, Rabbit. Don’t cry."

"I’m not c-c-c-crying." A-n-d, cue the stammer. It’s largely under control, except when I’m overwhelmed with emotions. Like now.

I begin to pull away, but he grips my chin. "You don’t ever have to hide from me."

"I’m not hiding."

"Your stammer is a part of you, baby, and I fucking love it. I love every little thing that makes you... You. Your imperfections, your weaknesses, your faults are what attract me to you. I fucking adore every part of you. I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

My cheeks flush. He used the L-word. My heart somersaults into my throat.

He used the L-word. Also, it’s the first time he’s referring to my impediment.

To be honest, I never talk about it. My parents pretended everything was fine, and so did I…

by turning to singing. When I sing, I’m not a confused Mafia princess turned popstar with millions of online followers who’re quick to pass judgement on me.

I’m simply a woman who bows to the muse inside.

Who becomes the muse and channels this incredible gift so the world can hear it.

Singing gave me the courage to be what I am. Just like he did.

I tilt up my head; he lowers his and brushes his mouth over mine.

Soft, sweet—sweeter than any kiss we’ve shared before.

Sweeter than any touch of his before. He stays there, savoring me, sharing my breath.

Heat vibrates out from his touch, lighting up the nooks and crannies of my body that I’d forgotten even existed.

A shiver oscillates up my spine, and a groan vibrates up his chest.

Our lips cling, he swipes his tongue across my mouth, and I gasp. Instantly, he pushes forward, and I widen my legs to accommodate him. The tent in his crotch presses against my clit, and I whimper.

"Fucking hell, baby, those noises you make drive me out of my head." He bites down on my lower lip, and I shudder. Then he licks my mouth, and my pussy quivers. "Fuck me, Declan."

His lips curve against mine. "I will, I promise, but first we need to speak."

He tears his mouth from mine, then hesitates and kisses me hard. "Don’t look at me like that, baby."

"Can’t believe you turned me down."

He scowls. "Does this look like I’m turning you down?" He thrusts forward, and the roughness of his jeans, combined with that baseball bat-sized erection he’s sporting, rubs up on my still-bared clit. My thighs clench.

"Does it, baby?"

I shake my head.

"I promise, I’m going to satisfy you completely.

But first, we really do need to speak." He leans over, runs the water and washes his hands.

Then holds a washcloth under the tap, before squeezing it out and pressing it between my thighs.

The slight burn in my core fades away, and I sigh.

He kisses my forehead, then drops the washcloth in the bin.

Stepping back, he pulls my panties up, then straightens my dress over my thighs.

"You’re not wearing such a short dress again."

"What?" I blink.

"That dress—" He jerks his chin at my thighs. "You may wear it at home, for my pleasure, but when you go on stage, you'll dress like I want you to."

"Excuse me?" I gape at him. "Did you just ask me to change my look?"

"What’s wrong with that?" He helps me down from the counter, then looks me up and down. "Also, now that we’re together—"

"Hold on—" I throw up my hand. "Who said anything about being together?"

"You just allowed me to shove my fingers knuckle deep inside you. And by the force with which your pussy clamped down, I’d say you were very happy about it, too."

"It was one orgasm," I snap.

"And there’ll be more to come. No hurry, huh? Now that we’re going to be acting together in my film."

"Wait, what?" I blink. "I’m not acting in your film."

"Yes, you are."

I laugh. "You’re delusional. Besides, I don’t know anything about acting."

"What about the lessons you’ve been taking over the last few months?"

I frown. "How did you know that—" I smooth out my eyebrows. "Harry told you."

"He also mentioned you were looking for a role, and this one is tailor-made for you. Besides, the publicity around the two of us being seen together will propel not just our two careers forward, but also spur the movie on all the way to box-office success."

"You have this all worked out, don’t you?"

"Of course. You and me? We're gold, baby. Our fans want to see us together. Think about how much organic traction we’ll get when we announce we’re together again."

"But we’re not."

"We will be," he says with such confidence, I’m almost convinced myself.

Then, I shake my head. "Not so fast. There you go again. Making decisions for me without my consent."

I try to move away from him, but he reaches out and cups my cheek.

"That orgasm there, the way you fell apart around my fingers, how you came so hard every part of me could feel the thrums of pleasure that trembled up your spine, how your cum dripped down your thighs and coated my fingers…” He brings his fingers to his nose.

"Even though I washed my hands, I can still smell your sweetness on my skin. "

My toes curl. My traitorous pussy instantly grows wet again. No, no, no. I’m not falling for this. I’m not going to trust him; not again. Not after how he went out of his way to shatter my heart.

"Why did you pretend you were engaged?"

He blows out a breath. "It’s not important."

"And that’s part of the problem. You think you can make decisions for me, and you don’t trust me enough to tell me why you went to all that pretense. If we were really getting together again, if you really wanted me in your life, you would tell me."

He sets his jaw. "That has nothing to do with what I want for the two of us."

"That has everything to do with the kind of future you see for us."

Footsteps sound outside the bathroom, but we both ignore them.

"Also,"—I square my shoulders—"there’s one more thing I—"

"There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you," a new voice says from the doorway.

Declan instantly moves so he’s between me and the new arrival. This should be fun.

The new guy looks between us. "Solene, what are you—"

"Leave, we’re busy," Declan growls without turning around.

The man hesitates. "But—"

"Didn’t I tell you to leave?" Declan pivots, walks over to him, and grabs him by the collar. "You’re pissing me off."

"Hey, hold on." The man looks from Declan to me, then back at Declan. "You okay, Solene?"

"Of course she’s okay," Declan growls.

The man blinks. "I’d prefer to hear that from Solene."

"You heard it from me, now fuck off."

The man frowns. "Not without her."

"The fuck you mean?"

"I was just about to tell you." I walk up to them, then slide my arm through the other man’s and smile widely. "Declan, meet my boyfriend."