Page 28 of The Reluctant Billionaire (Love in London #5)

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T he near end of the pool has an elegant, shallow flight of steps which I assume we’ll descend in a dignified manner. It’s too late when I realise that what’s actually happening is Aide is marching us to the deep end and, without notice, takes a huge leap into the water.

He’s launched a fucking double cannonball.

We crash into the pool and go deep under.

It’s colder than I was expecting. Shit. My instinct is to disentangle myself from him and get myself to the surface, where I gasp for breath and flap around in shock.

A second later, he’s surfacing, dark hair slicked back, eyelashes wet and starry, and possibly the most gleeful, carefree expression I’ve yet had the privilege of seeing on his handsome face.

He’s absolutely thrilled with himself, and it’s beyond adorable.

I close the distance between us and pretend to put him in a headlock so I can dunk him. ‘You dick!’

He licks his lips and smirks at me. ‘I wouldn’t do that, sweetheart. You know I’m a lot stronger than you.’ He leans right in so our mouths are almost touching. ‘In fact, you shouldn’t try to resist me at all in this pool. It won’t end well for you.’

I abandon all pretence of a headlock and wrap my other arm around him, slithering against him and wrapping my legs around him, too.

My boobs are smushed against his hard chest. It seems that’s not the only part of him that hard, because something very, very appealing is pressing against my pussy in this position.

‘Is that a fact?’ I ask breathlessly.

In response, he hoists me up so I’m even more flush against him and puts his mouth to mine as he walks us further up the pool.

I cling to him and allow his firm, wet lips to part mine, his warm tongue to seek mine out.

He smooths my hair off my face and slides a hand beneath its soaking curtain to find my neck, which he grips.

We stand, cool water submerging us up to our shoulders as the warm sun shines down upon us, and we kiss.

We explore. We communicate with our mouths.

My arms are draped lazily around his neck now. I allow the water to take my weight and Aide’s arms to hold me in place as I float, suspended in some kind of sensory heaven. His mouth is supple. Responsive. His damp beard abrades my chin gently as we kiss and suck and lick.

With my eyes closed, I’m more conscious of the sounds around us: lapping water, and birdsong, and Aide’s breaths. The tiny noises he makes in the back of his throat as his tongue strokes mine.

Not sure I’ve ever known peace like it.

After a few moments of the type of languid kissing that has me lulled into a blissful stupor, Aide’s hand moves down from my neck.

‘You are so captivating,’ he whispers against my mouth.

I hum my thanks.

‘And you give amazing head. That was fucking incredible, earlier.’

I laugh. ‘Anytime.’

His hand cups my bum before sliding between my legs. ‘Told you it was your turn.’

Mmm. Just his words, and the feel of his fingertips against the very top of my inner thigh, are enough to have my nerve endings standing to attention. I let him resume his dreamy kisses as his fingertip finds my entrance and circles it. He pushes in one knuckle deep, and I wriggle.

I want more.

He finds my clit with what I think is his thumb and teases it. His skin feels calloused through the water, and I jolt as the sharp pang of pleasure hits in exactly the right spot.

‘Just there,’ I murmur between kisses. ‘Mmm.’

We float there, entwined, as Aide continues to stroke my needy flesh, circling and flicking and pressing and finger-fucking me in ways that have my body spiralling.

I love having his mouth and hands on me like this.

My breathing turns to whimpers, to soft little moans, as he coaxes a world of sensation out of me.

Then his hand leaves where I need it most and clamps around my bum as he pulls away from my mouth.

We’re on the move.

‘What are we doing?’ I manage.

‘Need to spread you out and taste you,’ he says.

I can roll with that.

I stretch luxuriously in his arms as he exits the pool—using the steps, this time—and makes for the covered daybed at the far end.

He tosses me down in the middle of the enormous terry-towelling-lined mattress, and I take a moment to appreciate the beautiful irony of having wanted a ‘real’ man capable of throw-down and having found one who can do so in the context of his insane swimming pool.

I could get used to this.

Aide crawls between my legs and looms over me, pausing to lift my head gently and place one of the scatter cushions under it.

He’s such a sweetheart. I smile up at him, enjoying the stark look of desire on his gorgeous face as he takes in the sight of me laid out like a feast for him.

His cock is thick and hard and pointing straight at me.

I engage my abs to make a grab for it, but he halts me.

‘Not yet. My turn.’

Aaand we’re back to the two-word sentences. I adore this version of him.

He plants his hands on either side of my face and braces, dipping his head to kiss me again before his mouth grazes a trail down to one of my nipples.

He takes it between his lips and flicks at it with his tongue, groaning as he does so.

His touch is light, but it stokes the flames he’s been fanning in the pool and I arch into the sensation as I abandon myself to Aide.

With kisses and licks, he works his way down my wet body, pushing my legs further apart so he can crouch between them. He has me so worked up that I practically shoot off the bed when his tongue hits my clit.

He laughs, a low, delicious rumble. ‘That good?’

‘Yes,’ I hiss, pushing my bum down the bed so I can shove myself closer against his magic mouth.

‘Good girl,’ he says, and resumes his ministrations, parting my folds and holding me wide open for him.

My pulse beats insistently between my legs as he licks and sucks, his tongue skilled.

Hungry. Determined. He slides a couple of fingers inside me without warning, and I push into the heavenly intrusion.

Because this is heaven, surely.

A man like Aide.

Devastatingly beautiful, but without an ounce of the artifice so many guys I’ve dated—or fucked—have.

Kind.

Humble.

Generous and skilled and ravenous in bed, with a way of making me feel like no one else exists for him but me in this moment.

I gaze up at the white sheets billowing around me and try to absorb every single unique bolt of pleasure he delivers. I’m so turned on from the pool, and the blowjob earlier, and the shirtless football, and just from being around Aide all day, that it won’t take much to send me over the edge.

And it doesn’t. The hard, hungry swipes of his tongue, and the twists of his fingers, and the low noises of appreciation and arousal he’s making in his throat all conspire to wind me tighter and tighter. I find my nipples and pinch them hard, my touch intensifying the pleasure even further.

‘Please,’ I tell him, ‘I’m so close. I need it really hard.’

He groans loudly at my words, but the thrusts of his fingers become harder, crueller, as he licks me more ruthlessly.

The heat where his mouth is on my flesh sears through my core, through my entire body, as sensation crescendos in my clit.

His tongue hits me again, and again, and again, and my damp skin breaks out in a sweat as I yield to this onslaught.

Nothing else matters except Aide’s mouth on my flesh. Except chasing this wondrous build.

He rams his fingers inside me hard and twists them, and I cry out as the heat explodes into nothingness and my soul soars through the warm evening air. This one is intense. I buck, and I shudder, and I arch as Aide’s mouth and tongue and hands wring every last drop of my orgasm from me.

When I’ve drifted down from my high, he crawls up my body, his eyes hooded. Heavy. He finds my mouth with his and kisses me like a starving man. I pull him down towards me, needing more of him. Needing him to fill me up.

‘Get inside me,’ I gasp.

He growls and lowers his delicious weight onto me, his rock-hard cock pressing against my entrance, his hips rolling restlessly.

‘Fuck,’ he gasps suddenly. ‘I need a condom.’

‘I mean, we can go without,’ I offer. ‘I’m on the pill, and I got tested recently.’ And I really, really need your huge cock inside me right now, pal.

He shoots me a look that could politely be called dubious as he rolls off me, bracing on one elbow next to me. ‘Me too, but I’ve never—I have a very strict condom policy.’

Realisation dawns, and I start to laugh. Aide stares at me in bewilderment.

‘Oh my God ,’ I say, my eyes wide and head twisted in his direction. ‘You’re worried I’ll try to get myself knocked up with a little billionaire baby and take you for all you’re worth! That is hysterical .’

‘No,’ he protests, a little too forcefully. ‘Of course not—not with you. I just have to be careful.’

‘Aide,’ I tell him, leaning in to stroke his cheek and still sniggering. ‘Darling, darling man. I don’t want to trap you. I have zero interest in any Baby Aides. I have plenty of money of my own. I just want to fuck you. But if you want to use a condom, you knock yourself out. I’ll wait here.’

I collapse back on the mattress and make a show of interlocking my hands behind my head. I gaze at the billowing ceiling and wiggle my toes, shimmying my hips and knowing full well that Aide’s gaze is raking over my naked, sated body.

Next thing I know, he’s rolling his massive bulk back on top of me and tugging my hands out from beneath my head, pinning my wrists above me.

‘Quite the comedian, aren’t you?’ he grunts.

I shrug as best I can given my pinned wrists and the enormous bear of a man weighing me down. ‘I amuse myself, yes.’

‘Open your legs.’

Biting down on my lower lip, I stare up at him. At the naked hunger and pissed-off-ness in his eyes.

I should poke the bear more often.

I let my legs fall open.

‘I’m going to fuck you bare. What do you think of that?’

‘Yes,’ I moan. ‘Please.’

‘Fucking hell,’ he grumbles. ‘Keep your hands there.’ He releases my wrists and raises off me a little so he can line the smooth, angry crown of his dick right up against my entrance.

I’m so ready for him. Already savouring how it’ll feel. Then he’s pushing inside me in sharp thrusts, like he can’t be sheathed in me quickly enough.

‘Ok?’ he asks, and I nod.

I can’t take my eyes off him as he slides home inside me. Maybe it’s the incredible orgasm I just had, but each time he enters me, it feels a little easier to accommodate him.

This position is so intimate. So intense. So confronting as to be almost overwhelming. I’m surrounded by Aide. Weighed down by him. Consumed by him.

He begins to move with the fevered drives of a man not far from the brink.

I slide my arms over those domed shoulders I adore and squeeze his biceps, showing him I can take it.

Showing him how much I need him to fill me up.

He ranges that incredible body above me, ploughing into me over and over, those blue eyes boring into mine.

The electricity between us is undeniable. It crackles and fizzes where we’re conjoined. It takes my breath away, actually. The power this man has over me, when we’re together like this. All our differences stripped away.

This is what I needed when I said I wanted it real.

‘You’re so, so beautiful,’ he tells me, his face etched with his efforts at self control. I smile a cat-like smile at him. ‘But I need to fuck you from behind so badly,’ he huffs out, and I laugh.

‘ God . Do it.’

He pulls out and flips me over easily with an arm around my waist, tugging me up to my hands and knees. ‘On your elbows or I’ll fuck you right off the bed,’ he warns.

I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat, but I sink to my elbows, and he’s pushing back inside me almost immediately, his hands stroking over my hips, my arse, squeezing my waist as he sinks so deep inside me that I almost lose my mind.

Fuck that’s intense. I blow out the kind of exhale I’ve seen labouring mothers use on One Born Every Minute.

‘You okay?’ he manages on a groan.

‘Mmm-hmm,’ I squeak, because my lung capacity has just halved. ‘Just fuck me hard.’

And he does.

With the punishing pace of his thrusts, and at this angle, the sensation of Aide filling me up has me losing my mind.

I claw at the towelling fitted sheet and dig my elbows in in an attempt to stop myself from shooting off the bed like he warned me, but really, all I can do is hold on for dear life and ride out the pressure that’s contracting and building deep inside me.

Aide runs his hand up my sides and back down as his hips roll and his dick does magical things to my internal tissue. One hand stays wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me in place, while the fingers of his other hand dig into my waist.

I’d sell my soul never to stop hearing the low, rough grunts he makes each time he bottoms out in me.

It’s coarse and primal and perfect, and the swell of need inside me grows so great as to become a white light, a beautiful thing, engulfing me and stealing my consciousness as my vision leaves me and I succumb to this somehow otherworldly but very earthly pleasure.

Aide, who seems to have the world’s greatest willpower—figures—lasts a few more thrusts before his own climax comes crashing over him.

Every part of his powerful body shakes with the violence of his release.

His fingers grasp me harder. His dick jerks inside me.

He collapses on top of me, his chest against my back, his heart hammering against my skin.