Page 23 of The Billionaire Invitation

“Whatever you want. I’ll be very agreeable.” He dropped the fork, grabbed the champagne bottle and eyed her naked torso. One of his eyebrows lifted and dropped. “Don’t make me regret saying that.”

Hand in hand they walked to the bedroom as he tipped the gold-labeled bottle to his lips and sucked down some bubbly.

When they were next to the bed, he turned and spilled champagne down her front. She gasped when the cold liquid contacted her warm skin, but soon he was licking the path from her breasts down to her stomach.

“Now I’m going to be sticky,” she complained. “And you’ll have to sleep in sticky sheets.”

He set the bottle on the nightstand with a thunk. “Don’t care.”

“You might.”

He kissed her long and slow. So long and so slowly that she almost forgot what they had been talking about when he finally came up for air. “Unless you’d rather do it in the shower.”

“‘Do it,’” she quoted. “So charming.”

He tweaked her nipple with his fingers, cradling her close at the same time. “Would you rather I say make love?” When she wrinkled her nose, his eyes narrowed. “I know you wouldn’t like it if I said I could fuck you in the shower.”

Her breath caught. She hadn’t been expecting him to say that.

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? Well, that’s new.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” He released her to shuck his pants, shoes, and socks. Then he bent and rolled her underwear down her legs. She stepped out of them one foot at a time. As he stood, he kissed her thighs, her hip, her belly button. When he reached his full height she was out of breath and a tad feral.

She rested her wrists at the back of his neck, pushed to her tiptoes, and placed her lips against his. Without kissing him, she whispered, “I would love if you would fuck me here on the bed. On my knees. And then you can fuck me in the shower.”

His eyes darkened to black, like a shark that spotted its prey. She felt more powerful than ever, so she decided to continue…

“And after you can fuck me bent over the counter, and then, if you’re still up for it⁠—”

He caught her unsaid words in his mouth. His erection was rock hard and pressing into her torso.

“No deal on the knees thing,” he growled as he palmed her ass and lifted her into the air.

He laid her on her back on the bed and was on top of her before she could blink. His length was snuggled against her and he caressed her center, each shift gliding against her clit.

She cried out.

“I have condoms,” he told her before another mind-numbing slide caused her to see double. “Unless you want to go bareback. I can promise a very clean ride.”

She clawed at his back. That sounded incredible. “I’m on the pill and have a clean bill of health.” It seemed an inconvenient conversation, especially when she wanted him to tilt his hips and drive into her, blanking her mind of this nuisance of a topic.

“I suspected.” He kissed her mouth gently, his palm sliding along her ribcage. “Say the word, Honesty. And I won’t hold back.”

She looked up at his handsome face, his earnest expression, framed by hair that was a touch too long. He was not the boy she’d fallen in love with eight years ago. That boy had gone away and become a man—a man with a skillset in bed that rivaled his twenty-one-year-old counterpart.

She would have been crazy not to take him up on this offer of sex. To indulge, and bury what was unresolved between them in high-thread-count sheets and expensive champagne.

She licked his bottom lip, and then his top lip, and then whispered what they both wanted to hear. “Fuck me, Dante. Please.”

He rewarded her in the best way, driving into her smoothly. But instead of pulling out and pushing in again, he froze, his member pulsating against her vaginal walls.

“Fuck me,” he repeated, but it wasn’t a command. More like he was cursing his inability to think straight. “You are tight. Wet.” He kissed her slowly. “Hot. And you requested at least three rounds.”

“Afraid you can’t hang in there?” Her breath caught as he pushed in deeper than before. She was filled with him, surrounded by him. As close as she could be without becoming him…

“I am not afraid of anything. I’m up for as many rounds as you want. Did you mean it?” He tugged out of her and slid in slower than before.