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Those blue eyes flash with flames.
“Yes, I saw, sweetheart. All of it.”
“Oh my God.” I drop my face into my palms. I can’t believe this is happening. “Just kill me now. Why why why?” I moan.
But then, Cyrus closes the distance between us. I don’t see him, as much as I feel his presence. There’s a male scent in the air that smells like pine, wood, and a possessive musk that’s utterly masculine. I inhale and peek up at him from between my fingers, my heart juddering.
Then, he puts a big finger under my chin and tilts my head up so that my hands fall by my sides. His gaze nearly burns a hole in me, and heat floods my body, making me tingle deliciously.
“You were very beautiful, sweetheart,” he rasps. “I’m fortunate to have witnessed that sensuous scene.”
I swallow hard, but can’t look away. My eyes are captured by his hot gaze.
“You feel fortunate?” I squeak again. My voice cracks, and my head’s racing at a million miles an hour.
“Yes, I’m fortunate,” he growls, “because it was amazing, honey. You were beautiful, and I loved watching that enormous toy move in and out, stretching you to the max. But I wonder, can you take more? After all, my anatomy puts that toy to shame, and I think you might enjoy the real thing instead of a piece of plastic.”
I suck in a sharp breath as shivers course through my body. My eyes are glued to his blue gaze as he smiles again, leaning close. “You’ve grown up into a beautiful, sexy woman, Josie, and it’s time.”
“Time?” I whisper.
“Yes,” the billionaire rasps. “It’s time for a taste of a real man, sweetheart. The only question is: are you ready?”
5
Josie
There’s no time to process Cyrus’s words in my mind, but my body seems to know exactly what’s about to happen, and the way it’s revved up and on fire tells me it’s more than ready. But before my mind can catch up, the CEO takes my face in his hands and presses his lips to mine. His kiss isn’t tentative or gentle. Instead, it’s hungry and full of so many dark, delicious promises that I can’t resist.
Every reason to say no falls out of my mind. Every excuse I’ve ever told myself about how crushing on Cyrus is wrong, and how the alpha male could never be interested in me disappears. Instead, I let my body take over and lead the way. I lean into his big form while moaning into his kiss, and let him devour and consume me. I’m his right now, and it feels incredible.
Meanwhile, Cyrus growls against my lips, and thrusts his hands into my hair at the back of my head, holding me to him as his kiss becomes harder and even hungrier than before. My body was already humming from my previous climax, but now I feel like I’m about to combust into flames. It’s like I’m a volcano that been lain dormant for hundreds of years, and centuries of pent up energy are churning inside, waiting to erupt.
With that, my brain shuts and pure sensation takes over. My arms wind up about Cyrus’ bronzed neck, pulling him even closer to me. Meanwhile, my robe falls open, exposing my enormous breasts, narrow waist, and the shadowy vee between my thighs.
He pulls back for a moment to look at my lush figure, those blue eyes flaring.
“Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” he growls while eating me up. “I need you.”
“Yes, of course, Daddy,” I mewl before lifting my breasts in my hands as an offering. “This is all for you.”
I barely get the words out before he sucks a deep pink nipple into his mouth, making my head fall back with a delicious moan. Then, he wraps his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, and I can feel the ridge of his hard cock through his slacks, pressing against my overheated core.
“Oooh,” I cry, my eyes falling shut with delirium.
With a growl, Cyrus kisses me again, our liplock intense before sweeping me into the bedroom and kicking my door closed. He dumps me on the bed, my generous curves flying every which way as those blue eyes scan me with ravenous hunger.
“Take off the robe,” comes his harsh command. My fingers tremble, but I immediately do as he asks, pushing the garment off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor in a filmy heap. His eyes flash with heat, the irises so dark that they’re almost black with desire. Then his hands go to his suit, and he rips off the jacket before following with the shirt.
I bite my lip and gasp as his chest is revealed and Cyrus does not look like someone who works at a desk all day. He’s all hard muscle, with bulging biceps, broad shoulders, and a delineated six pack. Not only that, but there’s a dark trail of hair leading straight down into the top of his pants and my mouth goes dry. What is he about to show me?
