The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

“Good. Well, it was honestly the best surprise ever. My girls can’t stop gawking at it. Monica is dying of jealousy, but I’ve threatened her life. If she goes anywhere near it, she’s toast.”

I opened the door and stepped outside, needing the breeze on my face. “I’m glad you love it. That makes me happy.”

“We haven’t spoken since you left. Are things good? How’s work? And how was Seattle?” She giggled. “I assume all must be going well. You’re liquored up, and it’s not even noon.”

I laughed. “How the hell do you know that?”

“Really? Come on. I know you better than you think I do, Jenner. I can hear it in your voice.”

Goddamn it.

My dick turned hard at the sound of my name, at her incredibly sexy voice.

But something else she had said really hit home.

She knows me.

“You’re not wrong,” I admitted. “It’s been a long-ass morning with a client who wanted to chase his breakfast with bottomless scotch.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“The only better way to start your day would be waking up in Miami.”

I took a seat on one of the lounge chairs, rubbing that thought across my forehead. “Are you sure you’re not headed to LA anytime soon?”

“Why, Mr. Dalton?” Her voice had turned sassy, making me want to spank her fucking ass. “Do you want to do something extra naughty to me?”

I ground my teeth together. “You have no fucking idea.”

She couldn’t possibly.

First, her texts, and now, this conversation-nothing but fucking teases.

I didn’t want to just spank that ass. I wanted to heal it after, rubbing circles across it with my palm.

And then I wanted to be inside of it.

“I think I do …” She exhaled in a way that told me she was as worked up as me. “But I can’t make it to LA. I have the busiest week coming up. We’re leaving tonight for the Bahamas, and as soon as we get back, I have two papers due, three exams, and a concert next weekend.” I could hear her smile. “You’re the one with the jet. Why don’t you come here?”

I didn’t remember setting my beer down, but I picked it up and guzzled several sips.

Why is she so fucking irresistible?

Why am I seconds away from phoning my assistant to have her reserve the plane?

“What about your concert?” I asked. “If I came to Miami, would you skip it for me?”

I was giving her an out.

A reason to cancel this ludicrous idea. My ass staying planted in LA was far better for both of us.

“Come on, Jenner. With your connections, I’m positive you can score a ticket to the sold-out show and probably get better seats than Monica and I bought.”

If I couldn’t, Dominick or Max could.

Why am I even considering this?

Going to Florida would only make us closer, and that wasn’t something we could fix, living so far apart. It would only make me think about her more, and she already owned half the thoughts in my fucking brain.

“Hold on,” I told her, and I pulled my phone away from my face.

I checked my schedule for next weekend. I had several meetings on Friday and Monday that could be moved.

I pressed the phone back to my ear, staring at the house across from mine on the other side of the valley, trying to focus on anything but the reality of this situation.

But it wasn’t going away.

It was only intensifying.

“You really want me there?” I asked.

“Mmm.” She breathed. “Yes.”

I couldn’t resist that sound.

I couldn’t resist what I was going to do to her body.

I squeezed my eyes shut, bringing the beer up to my mouth and swallowing until it was gone.

This was fire.

I knew that.

And I knew, somehow, it was only going to fucking burn.

I set the empty bottle on the pool deck, and I bit into my lip, thinking of the things I was going to do to her mouth. “I’ll be there.”

JOANNA

“I

can’t come again,” I gasped, trying to find air in this steamy suite when it felt like all the oxygen had been fucked out of me.

That was because Jenner’s mouth was on my clit, my body so tingly from the orgasm he’d just given me.

“You can.”

I didn’t believe him.

I’d already had three, and I’d practically lost my voice from screaming, every part of me completely drained. Every nerve ending shouting, every limb numb.

And then there was his tongue, lapping away, urging me to find that release again.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yes … just like I said,” he panted.

After spending an hour inside me, he’d barely caught his breath before his mouth dived between my legs.

And this was only the very beginning of his trip. He’d flown in this morning. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and I was already orgasmed out. His hands, his dick, his wicked tongue-all making me feel so good.

God, this fucking man.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Come,” he demanded.

My head fell into the pillow, my back arching, my heels digging into the mattress, while my hands squeezed the blanket beneath me. “Jenner …”

“Fucking come. Let me feel it.” He moaned. “Let me taste it.”

His words were like friction, bringing me to that place again-a place I didn’t think I would be able to revisit because my body was so spent.

But here I was.

So aroused.

Climbing faster, the harder he licked.

His finger found its way inside me, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me, causing my knees to bend and my head to lift.

I wanted to watch his eyes turn ravenous.

I wanted to see his tongue flick my clit.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my face.”