Page 374 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Gio

I did not say that. I can't believe I said that. Shit. I said that. Out loud.

"You’re tired." He pauses. "Get some rest."

I freeze. Did he turn me down? He turned me down. Heat flushes my cheeks. I tell him I want him to fuck me… And what does he do? He goes to sleep.

"I can hear you thinking," he says in the darkness.

I hunch my shoulders.

"I want you so much now, I'm tempted to go wank off before I go to sleep, but I won't."

"You won't?" I squeak.

"I prefer to let the anticipation build, so when we finally fuck—and we will fuck—I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll forget your name and that of your arsehole ex, and only remember what it feels like to fall apart around my cock."

Ohmigod! My entire body seems to detonate.

Those tiny flames in my body multiply until it feels like there are a million of them building upon each other and setting fire to my blood, my muscles, my flesh.

They’re seared by the potency of the lust that laces his words.

I curl my fingers into fists and draw in a deep breath, which only intensifies his scent and turns the flesh between my legs into a melting puddle of moisture.

I squeeze my thighs together, and that’s when he interrupts my thoughts.

"Not able to sleep?"

I shake my head. I'm afraid to answer him. He already turned me down once.

"Need help?" He sounds closer now. Is he sitting up?

I mumble in the affirmative.

"I did say I wasn’t going to fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I can't make you come, does it?" His tone indicates he’s asking himself the question, and that he doesn’t expect me to answer but I let out a soft moan anyway.

The next second, he’s on his feet and standing at the foot of the bed.

I can see him well enough from the light coming through the French doors.

"Take off your shorts."

"What?" I gape at him.

"Take. Off. Your. Shorts. Goldie." He lowers his voice, the tone barely above a harsh whisper, but the intent in his words is unmistakable. Heat spools off of his body and presses down on my chest.

I gasp. Something inside me melts, leaving me free to obey.

I shove down my shorts until they pool around my ankles.

He bends, slides them off, then brings them to his nose and sniffs.

My belly quivers, and my thighs tremble.

Why is that so filthy, and so erotic? He tosses my shorts aside, then grabs my ankles and tugs.

I squeak. He positions my feet on the edge of the bed, then places his big paws on my knees.

"Open for me"

My face heats. My pussy trembles. I slide my legs further apart, and he stares down at my exposed cunt. "Good girl."

I almost fall apart. My heart descends to the space between my legs. The beats are heavy, and so intense, I can feel it at my temples, behind my eyeballs, in the swollen nub of my clit.

"Show me your tits."

I reach for my shirt and pull it up; cool air hits my exposed flesh.

"Good, now hold your pussy lips apart."

"What?" I clear my throat.

"Not gonna repeat myself." He glares at me and sweat breaks out over my brow. My fingers tremble, but I manage to pinch the engorged lips and pry them apart.

"Whatever happens, don’t let go." He sinks down on his knees, then swipes his tongue up my slit.

I cry out. My eyes roll back in my head.

He licks me again, and my channel squeezes down.

My breasts swell. My nipples are so tight they feel like they could cut through glass.

My arms tremble. I try to squeeze my thighs together, but he loops his arms under my knees and pushes them, so I have no choice but to stay exposed.

Then he curls his tongue around my clit.

Those thousand little fires he ignited earlier come to life and multiply, until every inch of my skin is tingling with pleasure.

He bites down on the nub, and I yell. He begins to eat me out in earnest. I want to let go of my hold on myself, but I can’t.

Not when he told me to stay in this position.

Sweat pools in my armpits. I arch my back, trying to pull away, but I’m pinned down in his hold. "Rick, please, Rick. Rick. Rick."

He releases his hold on me, only to fit his thumb between my butt-cheeks. He plays with the rosette there, plunges his tongue inside me and uses his other hand to rub on my clit. With a sudden fury, my climax crashes over me.

I open my mouth to cry out, but the orgasm is so intense the sound is unable to escape.

I writhe, shudder, and submit to the orgasm.

He continues to lick me through the aftershocks, and when I slump, he wraps his fingers around my wrists, crawls up and over me, twists my arms over my head and presses his lips to mine.

I open my mouth, and he kisses me thoroughly.

The taste of my cum on his tongue sets off another chain of tingling in my blood.

He lays down on the bed and pulls me into his arms. I press my cheek into his chest and close my eyes.

When I wake up, I’m alone. I sit up and reach for my phone on the bed-stand. It’s nine a.m. The daily team meeting is at nine-thirty a.m. Oh my god! I’m late.

I jump out of bed—there’s no time to shower—change and rush out of the house.

By the time I reach the offices above the rink, I’m already ten minutes late.

Damn, I’ve never been late for a meeting in my life.

Never. I burst into the conference room and come to a stop.

The two men seated on opposite sides of the table turn to look at me.

I gape. "What are you doing here?"