Page 60 of Untouchable Billionaire

When he is in the kitchen, he motions for me to join him."I'm sorry, but I can't enjoy a glass of this…" He holds the wine bottle away so he can read the label."…fine Merlot.I am flying tonight, but I will definitely give you a raincheck."He sets it on the counter with the basket of cookies."I will be happy to devour these delicious morsels with you now, though.Would you like a glass of milk?"

I laugh to myself.Men!They are suckers for milk and cookies.I walk up to the counter, watching how comfortable he is in his new apartment.He has made himself right at home in a matter of hours.

He gestures to one of the barstools, so I sit.He grabs two lowball glasses without waiting for my answer and the milk from the refrigerator, then pours us both a glass.He stands on the opposite side, takes a cookie, dunks it in his milk, then plops it in his mouth … whole.

"Yum," He says as he closes his eyes."Have one.They are delicious."

I stare mesmerized at his mouth working on the cookie.When he swallows, and they stop moving, I lick my own, then bite my bottom lip as they slowly begin to part, spreading over his teeth into a 'sexy as hell' smile.

I lift my eyes to find him watching me through hooded lids.The desire I see there sends a hot wave coursing through me, and I blush.Busted.I smile back.Like minds are a good thing, right?

He picks another cookie up."Here.Like this."His intense eyes hold mine as he playfully dunks it.Then he sends more tongue to greet it, and my eyes fall to watch him lay it on his thick flat tongue.

A wave of desire crashes over me, and my breathing quickens as he slowly draws it into his mouth.I feel my own eyes hood.

Damn, he pushes my 'on' buttons.

He chuckles after he swallows it, enjoying the effect he's having on me.He hands me a cookie."Your turn.Let me see what you can do with it."

I grin as my eyes twinkle into his.Yes!Let me show you what I can do with a cookie.I hover it over my milk, waiting for his eyes to catch up.

They linger too long on my tits, so I begin to dunk my cookie in my milk in a rhythm that matches our thoughts.His eyes shift to the milk dancing in the glass.

When the cookie begins the journey to my mouth, his eyes snap to watch my lips part.I bare my teeth as it approaches and bite it gently, nibbling again and again.Slowly eating it, working my lips, and teasing it with my teeth.It takes a few seconds to consume.Then I tip my head back so my neck is fully extended and close my eyes.I put my hand on my throat and stroke it up and down as I swallow.

I know what he is thinking, and it isn't how good that damn cookie tastes.It's how good that would feel on his cock and how deep he can shove it down my throat.

Before I open my eyes, I let my own 'sexy as hell' smile spread slowly over my teeth and acknowledge, "Thatwasdelicious!"

Picking my head up, I look straight into his eyes, confident I won that round.

His dark eyes bore into mine for several seconds and turn my flirty confidence into something much more primitive that matches his.I feel the door inside my soul unlock.Then he smiles that sexy half-smile again and challenges me."Would you like more?"

We stare at each other with the innuendo heavy between us.I drop my eyes to stare at my milk, not seeing it.I can feel him watching me, looking for my reaction.

Should I or shouldn't I?Should I play another round, or should I let you off the hook for now?I twist the glass.

Unbeknownst to him, I'm in my element.Not only am I a stripper, but my new business venture is called Fucking Fantasies.I glance at him, and he smirks, thinking I'm hesitating.I really want to fuck you, Mr.Moore, so I'll play another round of this game.I'm going to push your buttons.Let's see how much you can take.

Swinging my hair, so it is all on one side, I look up at him from under my lashes.His expression changes as I reach for the cookie.Hungry eyes wanting me, watch me.

As I hover it over my milk again, my eyes assure him, you are never again going to dunk a cookie without seeing this replayed.

I wait while his eyes travel to the cookie, then I dunk it in the milk with such force that it sloshes.Pulling the cookie back to the edge, I pause, then I dunk it hard again, sloshing the milk again, then withdraw it to the edge—his breathing changes.Once more, I slam the cookie into the milk, and the white liquid sloshes over the rim, slipping down the glass.

I lean up, push my tits down onto the counter, so they pop out of the neckline of my tank top, and pick the glass up, then lick the milk off it, letting my tongue tease it before I lick it clean.His breathing gets shallow.

When I pucker my lips and suck the milk from the cookie, his breathing stops altogether.

You weren't expecting that, Mr.Sexy.

My tongue darts around my parted lips as I lick the milk off them, then I arch my back, thrusting my tits toward him until my neck is fully extended and exposed again.Sticking my tongue out and opening wide, I insert the whole cookie into my abyss.Then I close my mouth around my thumb and suck it to the rhythm of what we both want, letting it slide in and out.When I swallow the cookie, I swallow the whole fucking thing at once and drag my hand down my throat to my chest.

I hear a very low, primal groan from him, and I know that image is burned forever in his mind.

Laying my head sidewise as I lick my lips, I smirk."Like that?"

His hooded eyes and his hungry expression were nothing compared to the dark look on his face now!