Page 117 of The Renegade Billionaire

With strength I appreciate and grace I wish I had, he lifts me with the arm banded at my waist and manages to maneuver us in one fell swoop so he’s sitting on the sofa and I’m straddling him.

“O-oh.” I whimper as he settles me over him with his large, callused hands on my thighs.

My dress has ridden up high on my legs to allow the spread of my knees, and now I’m acutely aware of his penis pressing against my core.

Cupping my face with the gentlest of touches, he asks, “Is this okay?”

“Wow.” I glance down at where our bodies meet. “This is…this is way more intimate than at the dining table.”

“And why I’m asking if this is okay. I don’t have an agenda here, Madison. But I also desperately want you to know how much I want you, how much I value and treasure you. I don’t do things I don’t want to do. Period. Ever. Not anymore.”

My body responds to his words with a nudge of my hips against the zipper of his jeans. His gaze narrows. It darkens and demands so deliciously I do it again because I want to see my carnal needs reflected in him.

His long fingers press into my hip bones. Strong. Commanding. Marking. He jerks me forward while lifting hiships. We meet at our most intimate spots, and stars dance behind my eyes.

“Tell me you understand.”

“Understand what?” I gasp when he rocks me again, but this time he keeps up the motion. Back and forth, he drags me over his thickness, painfully, agonizingly slowly. God, it feels so good. So, so good.

“That I’m here, with you, because I want to be.”

“Yes,” I gasp when he thrusts up again. I don’t think dry humping has ever been this sexy.

“Do you feel how hard my cock is, Madison?” He holds me still, but my body desperately wants to gyrate, to move, to feel.

“I feel it.”

“Do you know that I only get this hard for you?”

My eyes roll, from his words but also the sensations that have my clit throbbing.

He sits forward and presses his lips right up against my ear. “I love when you roll your eyes in everyday life, sweetheart, it shows how strong you are. But if you roll your eyes in this situation again, I will spank you until you come.”

My core convulses as if it’s thrilled by the prospect of a grown freaking man tossing me over his lap, pulling down my panties, and spanking me to orgasm.

The first sparks of my release have panic worming its way into my mind.

Oh, God. I do like that idea.

His fingers squeeze into my sides one at a time, halting my movements, and I nearly cry out from the unfairness of it all.

“Your entire body shuddered at the idea of me spanking you.” He growls. “Do you enjoy that?” He’s gruff, and it takes me a moment to recognize the jealousy in his tone.

It does something messy to my heart. It’s all kinds of dumb to get excited by someone being jealous, but when it’s him and me, it’s the best sensation in the world.

“I—I don’t know.” My voice sounds foreign. I’m not sure I’m even speaking English anymore.

“You don’t know?” His habit of repeating my words is extremely annoying right now.

“Sex has never been all that…exciting before.”

He pulls back to stare at me, and the fire in his expression scorches my soul.

“What do you mean, exciting?”

Oh Lord, please don’t make me say it. “Can’t we just keep…” I attempt to move my hips, but he grips me harder, keeping me exactly where he wants me.

“My dirty talk turns you on, sunshine, but I want to hear your voice. I want to hear you. What do you mean it wasn’t exciting?”