Page 398 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Rick

"No."

"What?" She gapes. "What did you say?"

"You don’t call the shots." I slide my hands down to cup her arse-cheeks. I squeeze, and she gasps.

"Rick, please."

I push her down on my thickening erection, and her pupils dilate.

Color flushes her cheeks. She pants, brings her lips down on mine.

I allow her to kiss me, allow her to deepen the kiss until her breathing quickens, until the pulse thumps at my temples, behind my eyes, even in my eyeballs, then I flip her over so she’s on her back and I’m between her legs.

She locks her ankles around my hips and throws her arms about my neck. "Please, please, Rick," she whines.

I can’t stop the chuckle that bubbles up my throat. Can’t stop myself from pressing down into the cradle of her core, can’t stop myself from digging the column in my crotch between her pussy lips.

"Oh my god, stop teasing me," she whines.

"I’m not. Not more than I’m teasing myself," I confess.

"Why can’t you fuck me?"

"Because if I do, the way I feel about you, I might get attached, and I can’t afford that."

She seems taken aback. "You don’t want to get attached to me?"

It might be too late, I already am, but I don’t tell her that. Instead, I shake my head. "This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to pose as my fiancée. I hadn’t anticipated Grams wanting to attend our wedding." Which, in retrospect, is the height of stupidity. Why wouldn't she?

"Wedding?" She pales. "We can’t get married. I don’t want to get married to you."

A hot sensation stabs at my chest. I push it aside. "Neither do I," I assure her. "It’s why I don’t want to fuck you, either. We need to keep our distance." I take in her flushed features, her parted lips. "We… I need to stop wanting to get inside of you."

She nods, then tightens her hold about my waist. "I agree." She pushes her breasts up and into my chest, and a growl of satisfaction ripples up my chest.

"On the other hand," I reason, "we could take this night to fuck this attraction out of our system."

"Just this night." She licks her lips, and my cock extends further.

"Just this night."

"Just this—" She tips up her chin.

I lower my head and close my mouth over hers.

I thrust my tongue in between her lips, and drink from her.

The fact that she’s under me, in my bed, at my mercy—open and willing—is an aphrodisiac that fills my veins.

The blood drains to my groin. I tear my mouth from hers and straighten so she has to lower her arms to her sides.

Then I reach behind me and pull off my T-shirt.

She draws in a sharp breath, drags her gaze down my torso, then reaches up to trace the tattoo over my heart. Her fingertips flutter over the script carved into my skin.

"Diana," she reads aloud. Her forehead furrows. Does she recognize the name? I didn’t see anything to indicate she did the first time she noticed the tattoo. I watch her features closely but there’s only puzzlement in her eyes. "Who’s Diana?"

"My sister."

"You have a sister?"

"Had."

"Oh." She frowns.

I scrutinize her face, but all I see is sympathy and curiosity.

"I didn’t realize,” she murmurs.

Of course the name doesn’t mean anything to her. Why would it?

I look away. "Grams removed all pictures of her after her death. She doesn’t like to talk about her. She loved Diana more than her own daughter, my mother."

"What happened?" Her frown deepens.

I turn and lock my gaze with Gio’s. "She committed suicide."

"I’m so sorry." Gio slides her hands up to cup my face. "I truly am."

So am I, for what I’m going to have to do to you.

But not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to forget what brought me here.

How I’ve been playing you all along. How I’m going to hate myself for seeing through what I planned.

How I have no choice if I want revenge for what happened.

How… I’ve fallen for you without meaning to.

How I’m damned, but I have to go through with this. I have to.

I turn my face into her palm and kiss the soft skin.

Then sit back on my haunches. I hold out my hand, and when she places hers in mine, I tug.

She straightens, and I release her hands, then reach for the camisole she’s wearing and tug it off.

The creamy globes of her breasts tempt me to bury my head between them, but if I do, I won't stop.

And I want to see her naked. Want her to see me naked.

This time, I want us to be skin-on-skin, nothing in between.

I reach for her panties, and when she raises her hips, I slide them down her thighs.

She bends her knees, and I pull them off, then bring them to my face.

I sniff, and she makes a noise at the back of her throat. "You’re filthy."

"You have no idea." I stuff the panties in the pocket of my jeans, then shove them down and aside. My cock springs free, and her gaze is instantly captured by it.

She stares at it, then swallows. "You’re so big."

I curl my lips, "I’m about to get bigger."

She scowls but doesn’t take her gaze off my dick.

I reach over her and toward the nightstand for a condom when she touches my shoulder.

"I’m on birth control."

"And I’m clean."

"I’ve never—" She presses her lips together.

"Never—?"

She glances away, then back at me. "Never been with anyone who hasn’t worn a condom before."

"And you won’t be with anyone else except me after this."

She jerks her chin in my direction, opens her mouth to ask a question a-n-d… I’m tired of trying to justify my actions, when all I do is trip up around her. I fit my lips to hers, position my cock at her opening, and in one smooth move, I thrust inside her.

She jerks, and a cry rolls up her throat, I swallow down the sound and freeze. My cock pulses inside her. So tight. So hot. All the muscles in my body lock. I release her mouth, and stare into her pain filled gaze.

"I’m going to fuck you now.”