Page 25 of Billionaire In Vegas

“I can’t, it’s in my nature.” He gave me a stupid smile that I’m ashamed to admit made me want to drop my panties again. The panties I was wearing.

“Say please.”

“Huh?” I said distracted by the direction of my own thoughts.

“If you want them back, say please.”

“No way. They’re rightfully mine. Give them back.”

I moved to grab them and he caught my hand in his. He surprised me then as he wound his fingers through mine and pulled me close.

“What are you doing?” I asked softly. I knew my voice betrayed my excitement at being so close to him.

He settled my body against his, but didn’t release me. I looked at our hands wound together. And I realized then that he was still wearing his wedding band. Why hadn’t he taken it off?

Something about the realization stirred my heart. I looked into his eyes and said, “You forgot to take your ring off.”

“So you noticed? I’m not surprised. You notice everything.” He released my hand and traced the side of my face, catching me off guard. It was a tender gesture, not even remotely sexual, but I was turned on by it. That realization made my logical self want to flee, but my legs were glued to that spot as my eyes locked with his.

Desire.

I could see it in his eyes, feel the heat emanating off his body. And I knew as he made eye contact with me he wasn’t faking it. He wanted me. He wanted me bad. And I wanted him too.

He pressed his mouth against mine. He kissed me deeply, never letting go of my face. His lips were gentle as he parted mine with his own, letting his tongue take its time to explore my mouth.

I sighed against him, loving the feel of his warm hands against my face as he kissed me. I couldn’t help myself as I brought my hands up to his chest, digging my nails into his shirt. Then I encircled his neck with my arms, pressing my breasts against his shirt, trying my best to get closer to him, needing to feel his body pressed against mine.

He broke the kiss to look down between us, and I could feel his manhood pressing against the inside of my thigh. He met my eyes as if asking for permission.

“What are you waiting for?” was my answer.

He picked me up then and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He carried me into the bedroom and placed me down on the bed.

He didn’t hurry as he undressed me. And I wasn’t in any hurry to stop him. I wanted this. If I was truthful with myself, I’d wanted him since I’d laid eyes on him in the restaurant.

He pulled off my jeans and tossed them to the side. He made short work of the rest of my clothes, ridding me of my bra but keeping my panties on.

I didn’t shy away from his gaze. I liked the way he looked at me. He studied me as if he were trying to memorize every part of me. His gaze made me feel beautiful and wanted.

He began to unbutton his shirt, but I couldn’t wait that long to touch him again. I sat up and helped him, sliding my hands over his warm, heavily muscled body. I pushed his shirt down his broad shoulders, marveling at how chiseled and perfect he was. I started at his pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down his legs. He stood up and in one smooth motion, let his pants and boxers fall to the floor.

I reached for his sex, stroking it boldly as it pulsated in my hands. I leaned down to take it in my mouth but he didn’t let me.

Instead, he pushed me back against the bed and covered my body with his own. He didn’t waste any time, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth while roughly squeezing the other one.

“Jude,” I gasped.

He abruptly stopped and started planting kisses between my breasts, making his way downwards. His warm mouth against my skin triggered sensation after glorious sensation.

He continued planting kisses on my belly, until he was kneeling between my knees. He parted my thighs with his hands and began placing kisses there as well. I gasped, as he neared my femininity and tried not to scream as his tongue began tracing circles around my clit through the fabric of my panties.

I was wet and shaking as he grabbed my hips in his hands and pulled my body closer to his face, pushing my panties to the side, lowering his mouth to my sex as he alternated between kissing my clit and licking my folds. I spread my legs wider and grabbed his head, threading my fingers through his hair as my hips rose up and down, rubbing my sex against his mouth, his tongue.

He ripped my panties off and flung the fabric across the room. He thrust his tongue into me then, licking at my wetness, playing with my clit. What his lips couldn’t reach, his tongue sure did, and I rode his face with wild abandonment, gasping his name.

He thrust a finger into me, and my body tensed as I began to come. My insides gripped his finger, and he pushed it in deeper, before pulling it out slowly and licking my juices.

“Turn over,” he ordered. With shaking legs, I did as I was told.