Page 18 of The Reluctant Billionaire (Love in London #5)

Lotta

M y little pep talk seems to galvanise him.

Maybe the phrase rich twat hit a nerve, because he backs away enough to spin me around in his arms.

‘Look at me,’ he growls. ‘Does anything about me tell you I can’t handle giving you exactly what you need?’

Oh my God.

No, it certainly does not.

‘No,’ I squeak, putting my palms on his chest as I look him over in all his shirtless glory.

This man is beautiful. Just beautiful. It’s fair to say I have an eye for the dandies, the European playboys who live in London and summer in the Med.

But never have I seen such a perfect example of the male form in all the virile splendour it’s meant to embody.

Aide is built . Rugged. Muscles for days.

I’ve been ogling his huge fucking biceps, but seeing his abdomen laid bare for me is a pleasure beyond compare.

I called it the second I laid eyes on him, but the distribution of this guy’s body hair is actually weird.

There’s the perfect, most even dusting of fine dark hairs over his impressive pecs, before it tapers down to dust a line between his finely delineated abs.

Just like everything else about him, it’s flawless. And drool-inducing.

I allow my hands to roam over the curves of his pecs. His shoulders. Flat-out awe is probably written all over my face, but I’m past caring.

My admission earns me a little smile. ‘Let’s get you in the shower, sweetheart,’ he says softly, unbuttoning my cutoffs and backing away so he can slide them down my legs.

I wiggle an ankle to kick them off and watch with gratification at his face as he takes in my teeny hot pink Agent Provocateur thong.

‘Fuck,’ he grits out. ‘You been wearing that all day?’

‘I always wear sexy underwear,’ I purr. ‘Except when overbearing dickheads buy me ugly bras.’

He shoots me a look that’s supposed to be ominous and is instead profoundly sexy. ‘Take it off, sweetheart.’

There’s something in his voice—barely controlled frustration and desire—that has me shivering. I hook my thumbs into the thong and lower it till I can step out of it. His once-over of my naked body is searing.

He finds my gaze again and holds the most intense eye contact as he unbuckles his belt, biting down on his full lower lip as he does. He takes out the battered wallet from earlier, rummaging behind his wad of notes for a strip of condoms, which he throws on the vanity.

‘Good thinking,’ I croak. I’m glad someone has it together enough to think about practicalities. Also, this presumably means he’s planning on fucking me in the shower, which is truly excellent news.

Then his trousers are off, and he’s standing in front of me in nothing but that blessed cross and some tight black Boss boxer briefs.

Best of all, the crown of his dick is making a break for freedom and peeking out of the waistband.

It’s shiny and purple and angry . There’s even a bead of moisture pearled at the top.

Good.

I want it to be angry. I want to tease him and rile him and piss him off until he can’t take any more and he wedges that angry dick so far inside me I’ll never be the same again.

It’s too prettily angry to resist. I reach out and daintily swipe at the moisture with my index finger before sucking it into my mouth. Mmm. Aide inhales sharply at the touch before staring at me with what looks like awed disbelief.

I wiggle my eyebrows and suck on my finger.

He bends and pushes his boxers down and I eye his cock shamelessly as it springs proudly free.

Fucking hell.

It shouldn’t come as any surprise given the general physical perfection level of this guy, but that thing’s a beast.

I was right about that Big Dick Energy of his. I knew it.

God, it’s going to fill me up so well. My mouth is watering already.

‘Wow,’ I tell him. ‘You are huge.’

‘Get in the fucking shower, Lotta,’ he says wearily.

I’ve already broken him.

I make for the shower, and he follows right behind me. As soon as we hit the torrent, he tugs me around the waist and spins me around, crushing me to him so that gorgeous dick of his jerks between us. The water cascades over us, soaking our bodies so our moves are slick.

It feels like a cocoon in here, with the spray thundering around us.

I’m conscious only of Aide’s hard body against me, engulfing me as his lips drag over my face and neck and his hands explore my curves.

I open my eyes in the dim light for a second and absorb a vague impression of wet, starry lashes, and dripping hair, and his hungry mouth bearing down on me.

There’s no game-playing now.

Just need.

He grabs handfuls of my flesh, kneading my bum and squeezing my waist and sweeping down my arms. I give as good as I get, determined not to waste a second in exploring his body. The body that had me at hello. That’s been the subject of my most porno fantasies since I met him.

Jesus. His bum is rock fucking hard. I have a decent glute game, thanks to my sadistic PT, but this man’s arse is carved from stone. I give it a good grope. It’s delicious. I’m just about to slip a hand between us and explore that dick of his up close when he spins me around so I’m facing the wall.

‘Hands on the tiles like a good girl,’ he whispers, winding my hair into a manageable mass before slinging it over my shoulder. He steps up right behind me and grips my hips tightly as I slam my palms against the tiles. He sucks in a pleased breath as he digs his fingers harder into my hips.

Oh my God, he’s pressing himself up against me and I can feel every inch. I wasn’t paying him lip service when I complimented his dick. He’s fucking huge.

Hmm. I really want to pay lip service to that dick.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask.

‘Washing you.’ He doesn’t move.

‘Novel technique,’ I observe.

He releases my hips and slaps my bum lightly. ‘Don’t move.’ A moment later comes the squelch of shower gel being pumped and lathered, and then he’s smoothing it up my back. Over my armpits. Down my arms. Back up my arms and over my breasts, where he lingers so he can soap them up lasciviously.

Mmm. I moan a little and wiggle my bum at the decadence of having Aide’s large hands massaging my boobs as his cock presses against me. I need him inside me sooner rather than later. He slides his hands back down my sides.

A moment later, one hand is reaching between my legs while he drags his cock between my cheeks. He finds my clit with his fingers as his crown probes me from behind, and it’s so perfect I whimper.

‘Jesus,’ he grits out. His finger moves in a lazy circle against my flesh.

‘God, that’s good,’ I gasp, widening my legs.

‘You are fucking spectacular,’ he chokes out. ‘I need to fuck you.’

‘Do it,’ I urge him, my enthusiasm hopefully making up for my basic prose.

‘In a sec,’ he replies. ‘Wider. Bend over more.’

For some annoying reason, he can carry off basic Neanderthal speech in a far sexier way than I can. But no matter. If my hairy caveman wishes me to bend over and spread ‘em for him in the shower while he grunts single-syllable instructions at me, he will find no pushback here.

I shuffle to one side so I can grab onto the edge of the inbuilt shelf and he bends, sliding my feet apart. I’m expecting Aide to go grab his condoms, but instead his hands slide down my legs before coming back up, fingers spreading my cheeks apart. And then his magical tongue is right there .

Testing my entrance.

Breaching it.

Fucking it.

Oh my Lord.

He makes a ravenous, appreciative humming sound deep in his throat before he extricates himself and moves to my clit.

Licking it. Lapping at it. Sucking it as the water pours over us, lubricating everything.

His fingers find my entrance and thrust deep inside, and the combination is so otherworldly good that I arch back into him and clench my fists in an attempt to hold it together.

‘More,’ I gasp. ‘Harder.’ Scratch that. ‘Aide, I need you inside me. Now. ’

‘Which is it?’ His mouth vibrates against my pussy in a way that’s very hot.

‘In me,’ I pant out.

He pulls away and streaks out of the shower. I turn my head and admire the spectacular view that is Aide gingerly rolling what is presumably an XL condom over his engorged length as he grits his teeth in frustration. He fists the sheathed monster in front of me. ‘You sure?’ he asks.

I glare at him. ‘Get in here.’

He smirks, which is hot and obnoxious and arrogant and yet totally justified, because I’m a writhing mess.

But I forgive him as he gets back in and stands right behind me, the hair of his thighs tickling the backs of mine as he lines his dick up right where I need it.

He pushes in.

Fuck.

‘Wait,’ I tell him as I attempt to breathe through this breach. I suspect this is the vaginal equivalent of my eyes being bigger than my belly. I’ve been eyeing up that dick like it’s my next meal, but I don’t have much bravado now.

He stiffens. ‘Shit. Sorry—you need lube?’ I can hear, in every word, the effort it’s taking him to hold off from thrusting all the way in.

‘Nope. Just go slow. I can do it.’

‘I know you can.’ He caresses my bum, and I push back against him slightly. Whew. Feels like another inch is in.

He lets out a pained laugh. ‘You have no fucking clue how unbelievable you look taking my cock from this angle.’

Well, that’ll do it. Praise and filth for the win. I groan and tell him, ‘Do it.’

‘Tell me if it hurts,’ he says and drives the rest of the way in.

‘Fuck,’ I groan, twisting my head so I can bite down on my upper arm if I need to, because this. Is. Intense. I’m so full of him I can barely move for fear of hearing actual flesh tear, and yet it’s staggeringly, spectacularly wonderful, too.

His ragged breaths tell me this is having quite the effect on him, too. ‘You are very, very tight,’ he says. ‘Jesus Christ.’ He flexes his fingers around my hips.

‘You can move,’ I tell him.