Page 83 of The Reluctant Billionaire
‘Mmm-hmm,’ she agrees. I doubt she’s aware, but she’s just opened her legs a little more for me and I spy a glimpse of the pale pink thong she was skipping around her bedroom in this morning, driving me crazy while we got ready for work.
It’s payback time.
LOTTA
I stare at the beautiful man kneeling between my legs.
His suit is so perfectly cut, its wool so fine and lustrous, I could weep. But it’s not where my focus is, because I can’t stop looking at his gorgeous face. At the seriousness in those intense blue eyes, as if he means business. They rove over my body, tracing a path from my face to the apex of my parted thighs and back again, like they want to drink in every part of me.
Being the sole object of Aidan Duffy’s attention is a wonderful, mesmerising, heady thing. He’sAide. He’s amazing and open-hearted and an exceptional human being. He’s also the most magnificentthing, to use his language, I’ve ever set eyes on.
His hair is slicked back today with a bit of gel—not enough to make him look like a wanker banker, but enough to neaten up his unruly mane of unfairly thick hair. It shows off the lean, gorgeous planes of his face. The hard jut of his jaw, covered by his neatly clipped beard.
Aide Duffy is like no one I’ve ever seen.
And he’s kneeling between my legs like a penitent.
I just hope he’s planning on worshipping me.
He must be able to see my thong by now, and he goes to push the fabric of my totally sick new Dolce dress up even further, then reconsiders. With dextrous, careful fingers he locates the placket and starts undoing my buttons, one by one. The silk chiffon tumbles south on either side of my legs as he goes. He doesn’t stop once he has my thong exposed, but keeps on going until the entire dress is hanging open.
His satisfied smirk turns to something darker once he’s got me completely exposed for him. My nipples, encased in theirpale pink lace, are already hard. He takes them in and then looks up at me. His pose may be one of supplication, but in this moment there’s no denying who’ll be calling the shots here.
He will.
He runs his hands over my body. Up my thighs, brushing over my thong far too fleetingly before he strokes my stomach. The sensation of his large, calloused hands on my bare skin sends butterflies flitting below the surface. I watch, rapt, to see what part of me he’ll touch next.
My boobs.
Obviously.
He cups them, and weighs them with pleased, approving noises that make me restless, running his thumbs roughly over my nipples so the lace scratches them in the best way.
‘God, your tits will be the death of me,’ he groans, resting his forehead on my stomach. I allow myself the pleasure of raking my fingers through his hair as I revel in the heat of his breath on my lower stomach and the pressure of his hands on my boobs.
‘I can smell you,’ he grits out. ‘Fuck. Need a taste.’ He lowers his face, dragging his lips and nose down over my skin until he reaches my already damp thong. I claw at his hair, but then he’s pulling away from my hands and looking up at me again, hunger in those dangerous eyes.
‘Pull your thong aside for me, sweetheart,’ he mutters. He tugs on his full lower lip with his teeth, a gesture that has my pussy contracting, before continuing. ‘Show me what’s waiting for me.’
I slide my bum forward in my seat so I’m reclining further. It has the bonus of thrusting my pussy further towards Aide’s beautiful mouth. Without taking my eyes off him, I hook my thumb through one side of my thong’s central strip and pull it aside.
‘That’s my fucking girl,’ he says. His breath is already laboured. His words reek of thinly held control.
And it is so fucking hot.
‘Hold it right there, okay?’
‘Okay,’ I say, and let my head sink back.
‘You. Are. So. Wet,’ he says, dipping an experimental finger into my entrance. I moan. What parallel universe am I in, to find myself sequestered in my office with a delicious, dirty man who wants to take control of me? Undo me right here, with my team on the other side of that locked door?
He pushes his finger in hard, and I gasp. God, that’s good. Aide’s touch, and the almost feral look in his eyes, and the filth of this entire scenario, will be the death of me. He bends his head and touches his tongue almost reverently to my clit.
Sweet Jesus.
‘Mmm,’ he says, his voice rumbling against my needy flesh. ‘Fucking delicious.’
‘So good,’ I manage breathlessly.