Billionaires Dollar Series

“Oh, Skye, you were,” he says, voice dropping low. “So fucking irresistible, it killed me.”

“Shy and seductive don’t mix.”

His breath is by my ear, his voice a dark caress. “In you they most definitely do. Do you remember when we had sex the first time?”

Oh God. I nod, my nipples tight against the fabric of my dress. “Yes.”

“Tell me what I did.”

“You made me show you how I touched myself in the mirror.” I lean my forehead against his shoulder, closing my eyes at the waves of desire and embarrassment at war inside me. “So you could replicate it.”

“That’s right.” His lips touch the outer rim of my ear. “And then…?”

“Then you did the same thing, but with your tongue.” A breath. “I came.”

“Yes, you certainly did.”

“And then you…” I trail off, swallowing at the memory of him pushing inside me, of his groan at that first sensation. My pulse skitters alarmingly. “Cole, let’s get out of here.”

His grip on my hand is almost bruising. “Thought you’d never ask.” He pulls me back through the throng of people. He takes long strides but I keep up, hurrying along beside him. No one stops us-not until the very last moment. Edwin Taylor smiles at us and offers both of us his business card. “If you ever feel like talking new releases,” he tells me.

The drive back to my apartment is mostly quiet, but Cole’s hand is in mine, his thumb smoothing small circles across the back. Electricity is dancing across my skin from the simple touch. When did we become a hand-holding couple? When did we become a couple at all?

The car slides to a smooth halt outside my building. “Thank you, Charles,” Cole says. “Tomorrow morning, please.”

“Of course, sir.”

His arms are around me the second we hit the sidewalk. I chuckle, pulling him along to my front door. “Tomorrow morning, huh?”

“I’m staying the night.” He reaches over my head and pushes the front door open for me with one firm shove. “Hearing you narrate the first time we had sex has me more than a little worked up.”

My breath is coming fast when I unlock the door to my apartment. Behind me, Cole locks the door, the sound of a discarded suit jacket hitting the floor a second later.

I slide the zipper down. “Remember the lace lingerie I put on?”

“Fuck yes.” His hands are there, pulling, my dress pooling at my feet. “I’ve thought about it all evening, just like you wanted me to.”

His breath is uneven against my cheek as I unbutton his shirt. “Remember when you fucked me against the hotel wall?”

Cole doesn’t answer. He lifts me up instead, my legs wrapping around his waist, his voice a growl. “Yes.”

I’m airborne and flying and then I’m eased down onto my bed. Cole stands back and tugs off his shirt. I could never get tired of the sight-tan skin, a smattering of hair, the deep V of his stomach. Never stop swimming, I think. Whatever you’re doing is working.

I tug at one of the lacy cups of my bra, teasing my nipple with my fingers. Cole’s eyes zero in on my breasts. It’s empowering, the effect I have on him. “You’re unreal,” he murmurs.

I smile at him. “And you’re too far away. Come here.”

He does, sliding atop of me. I’d expected quick. Hard. Perhaps against a wall, like I’d mentioned. But Cole does the complete opposite.

He kisses me senseless, his body atop mine, tongue moving slow and deep. A hand skates across my hipbone to my legs, teasing me through the fabric of my panties.

“So wet,” he murmurs, lips trailing down to my nipple. “Do you know how good it makes me feel that you’re always wet for me?” I want to respond, but then he’s biting, and my words turn into gasps. “Like the epitome of masculinity,” he continues softly. “You called me that as a joke once. But when you’re wet like this for me, fuck if I don’t feel like it.”

I roll my hips against his hand, reaching down to slide his silken hair through my fingers. “Not a joke,” I breathe. “I want you.”

“I want you too.”

“Inside me.”

He rests his head against my hip, his breath a warm gust across my skin. “Fucking hell, Skye. Let me make you come first.”

“No. I want us to together.” I grab his shoulders and tug him up to me, and Cole lets me, our lips meeting once more. I could lie like this forever-with him bearing me down into the mattress and kissing me. He turns it into an art, something to be appreciated and experienced and savored. But then he throbs against my stomach and desire sweeps my senses away again.

“Skye…” he murmurs against my skin as he strips off my underwear, eyes and hands pausing over every inch of flesh he uncovers. And when he finally settles between my legs and pushes in, both of us groan at the feeling.

I wrap my legs around him. “Yes. Just like this.”

Cole comes down on his elbows, covering me completely, thrusting deep and slow. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.”

“I’d let you.”

His movements are deliberate, hitting spots inside me that make me close my eyes and hold on. Our skin quickly turns slick where it’s touching-and we’re touching everywhere.

“You feel so goddamn good,” he groans. I run my hands up his back, lightly using my fingernails, and struggle to form a response. Rational thought is disappearing with every beat of his heart against mine. It’s flesh against flesh, man against woman, my breasts against his hair-roughened chest.

He changes his angle, hitting just the right spot, and oh! “Yes,” I gasp. “Just like that.”

Cole’s smile isn’t ironic or crooked or teasing. It’s wide with pleasure. He redoubles his efforts, maintaining the angle and moving strong and sure above me. With every thrust the pressure inside me builds.

It takes me, crests, and I grip him hard. All I can do is hold on.

Cole loses his grip on himself as soon as I do. His thrusts become urgent, shallow, as he buries his head against my neck. His body tightens against me and he groans as he shatters.

The silence that follows is complete. I hold him, thinking that he could fall asleep like this and I would say thank you.

He makes to move and I tighten my legs around him. “No. Not yet.”

He laughs warmly against my skin. “So bossy.”

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“Never stop.” He pushes up on his elbows to kiss me. “God…”

I kiss him back. “It’s still just me.”

“Funny.” He sits up, easily breaking the hold of my legs. “Was I too rough?”

“Not at all.”