Chapter 109
I retrieved a fresh towel from the bathroom. “Come here,” I said, gesturing to the spot in front of me.
“Um…” She hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of her towel.
‘Come,” I repeated, patting the bed more firmly.
She perched where I’d indicated, her body stiff, the air between us buzzing with unspoken heat. I moved behind her, pressing the towel to her hair, but my hands quickly strayed, sliding down her neck, fingers brushing the tops of her breasts where the towel barely held. Her skin was hot and slick, and she shivered as I tugged the fabric loose, letting it fall to her hips, baring her completely–her tits round and heavy, nipples tight and dusky, begging for my mouth. Yet her phone lit up yet again with Alexander’s call.
“For fuck’s sake,” she muttered, declining the call and immediately blocking the number. She tossed the phone aside with evident frustration. “There. Problem solved.”
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She turned to face me, searching my expression. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
I allowed myself a slight smile. “What should I say?”
“I don’t know… I thought you might be annoyed or something.” She bit her lip in that way that always drew my attention
Why would I be?” I asked simply. Alexander Stark was a non–entity in my world, a minor annoyance at most. His desperate attempts to contact Summer only confirmed what I already knew he’d realized too late what he’d lost.
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“I have no idea why he’s suddenly calling me,” she sighed, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
“If you don’t know, then don’t worry about it,” I told her, pleased by her obvious disinterest in her ex–fiancé. “You’ve blocked him now. He won’t bother you anymore.”
She studied me with curious eyes. “You’re so… chill about everything That’s not a bad thing! I just wonder sometimes what it would take to actually get you worked up. Like, does anything ever make you truly angry?”
Instead of answering that loaded question, I pressed her down and began gently massaging her body. Her immediate relaxation into my touch was gratifying, a wordless trust that meant more than she likely realized.
“Mmm, that feels amazing, you could make a fortune running a massage place, you know.” she murmured, her head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut as she leaned into my touch. My cock throbbed, straining against my pants as I pictured her writhing beneath me. I dropped the towel, my hands roaming freely now, cupping her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until she gasped, her nipples hardening further between my fingers as I rolled them, tugging lightly.
“You think I should open a massage parlor?” I rasped, my voice thick with desire as I pinched her nipples harder, watching her squirm.
She twisted to face me, a sly grin lighting her face. “Definitely. But with only one customer allowed – me.”
“Brat,” I chuckled, tapping her nose, but the mischief in her eyes shattered my restraint. She reached up, clawing at my face, whining, “Come down a little!” When I stayed out of reach, she huffed, “Don’t slack off!”
That bossy tone snapped me. I flung the towel aside and seized her face, my thumbs digging into her cheeks as I slammed my mouth onto hers. She gasped, and I plunged my tongue inside, tasting her–sweet and wet and desperate. I palmed her tits, kneading them roughly, then dragged one hand lower, cupping her pussy–already drenched, her folds slick and swollen under my fingers. I groaned into her mouth, rubbing her clit in slow, teasing circles until she whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand.
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The Billionaire’s Sudden Bride
