Page 79 of The Thing About My Secret Billionaire

Then he lifts himself a little and draws his other hand up to his face. His eyes lock with mine as he puts his middle finger in his mouth, then slides it out between his puckered lips tantalizingly slowly before lowering it out of my view.

Even though I know where it’s heading, I still gasp when he touches my throbbing clit.

“That’s my girl,” he says with a tone of satisfaction.

And right now that’s exactly how I feel, like I am totally his.

“How about some of this, too?” He dips his face into my neck and dots a series of sucky kisses all the way to my collarbone.

My whole body shivers.

His mouth moves lower, lips grazing the rise of my breast.

“Maybe this is the magic button,” he says right before his tongue lands on my nipple.

“Oh God.” I rake my fingers into his hair and hold his head, desperate for him to not break contact.

He increases the pressure of his circling finger and picks up the pace of his thrusts.

I can tell I’m getting wetter and wetter, like there’s no end to my body’s desire for this man.

“So good,” he says right before tweaking my nipple with his teeth. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

Suddenly every muscle in my body relaxes and allows me to feel the arousal from every part of him that’s in contact with me. It’s new and different and fires every pore of my being with a hot, passionate life force.

I rock my hips harder onto his dick and hand. He matches my pace and keeps time with his mouth and his finger.

“I know you can do it,” he whispers.

And I’m starting to believe I might be able to.

I take one hand from his hair and grab his hip, grinding myself onto him like I’ve been possessed by a new form of pleasure.

“Oh God.” I’m lost in him, lost in myself, goneto a new world.

And then, out of nowhere, I shatter around him, under him, against him.

It’s even more violent than before—explosions rock my body, stars burst behind my eyes one after another like there’s an infinite number of them, and my hands claw at Miller’s hair, at his hip, at the sheets, as I writhe against him.

My heart pounds against my ribs, like it’s beating thanks for what this amazing man has just brought out in me, and I’m suddenly aware I’ve been crying out. I don’t know if I made words, or sounds, or animalistic screams. It’s like I was possessed, became someone else, someone new, transformed under Miller’s hands and body.

When I still to catch my breath, he lifts his head.

“I knew you could do it.” If it were possible to open my eyes no doubt I’d find a dirty smile on his lips as he quickens his pace.

His hands are on my hips now, holding me tight, making me his, as he pounds into me in long, slick thrusts.

When I finally regain enough control to lift my eyelids, I’m greeted by the sight of his head dropped back, eyes closed, mouth open, skin glistening.

“Too good” is all he can say before his face contorts and his body thrashes against me.

“Oh, Frankie. Jesus, Frankie.”

Another first. No one has ever said my name as they’ve come. No one.

And he collapses onto me, his heart thumping against my chest, his thrusts slowing, his back rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

When he lifts his head, his eyes are foggy, hair sticking to his forehead.