Going in Deep (Billionaire Bad Boys 4)

His eyes darkened, and she recognized the desire that filled them. “Just you.”

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As Julian listened to Kendall talk about her future, a mixture of admiration and longing rushed through him—a desire that surpassed the physical for a woman he was coming to want more with each passing day.

He held out his hand, and she grasped it, curling her fingers around his. He pulled her toward him, and she came willingly, ending up in his lap, her legs straddling his on the chair. Her dress hiked up her thighs, exposing her delicate panties, and the warm heat of her sex settled against his hard cock. Ripples of awareness trickled through his veins.

She slid her arms around his neck and sighed. “How did we get here?” she asked.

“I got fucking lucky,” he muttered before sealing his lips over hers.

He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and lost himself in her taste, her sweetness, everything that was Kendall. And she met him halfway, moaning when he swept inside, tongues tangling in an effort to bring them as close as possible.

Her body rocked against his thick erection, and he lifted her dress, slipping a hand up her back, guiding her back and forth as her hips moved enticingly against him. Her soft sighs breathed into his mouth, the noises growing louder as her hips gyrated faster over his denim-covered dick.

He broke the kiss, stroking the soft skin on her back, urging her on.

“Mmm,” she murmured, kissing him again while clearly working up to an orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” His cock was hard, his balls tight, but his focus was on her pleasure.

And just when he thought he couldn’t stand to not be inside her warm, wet body, she stiffened against him, then trembled in his arms as she came apart, her orgasm going on and on. He fought against coming himself, waiting until she’d ridden out her enjoyment before standing with her in his arms.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he strode out of the kitchen and into the family room. The dogs had crashed, sleeping curled into each other on Waffles bed on the floor.

Julian shook his head and passed by them, heading straight for her bedroom. He lay her on the bed and stepped back to undress. While he stripped bare, she pulled her dress over her head, revealing a skimpy matching set of bra and panties, which he paused to admire for half a second before she tossed them onto the floor.

She turned, crawling up to the head of the bed, giving him a perfect view of her delectable ass. Acting on impulse, he placed a well-timed slap on her rear before she could turn back around.

“Hey!” she squealed, and he wasn’t sure if she was reacting to the contact or the sound. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes darkening.

In their earlier relationship, they’d experimented a little. He’d tied her arms and legs during sex, and she’d loved it. He’d lightly slapped her ass, and she’d come quickly right after. Not to mention what it’d done to him, amping up his desire, just as he felt now.

He rubbed the red, heated mark he’d left behind on her ass, and she moaned at his touch. Although some things had changed, and she was mellower, other things hadn’t—their physical and emotional connection and their enjoyment of fun sex.

He slapped her other cheek. She arched her back, lifting her ass toward his palm, not away from it. His own body was throbbing with a need that increased every time she responded to his actions. He rubbed the newly reddened area, and she glanced at him, over her shoulder, her lashes fluttering, her eyelids heavy with desire.

“Don’t move.” He reached for his pants on the floor and pulled out a condom, unwrapping it and drawing it onto his aching shaft.

She wiggled her ass in reply, earning her another light slap. Her answering sensual moan went straight to his dick. He needed to be inside her. Yesterday.

Bracing a hand on her sleek lower back, he guided his cock into her sex, sliding his shaft along her wet pussy before he notched the head inside her.

“Ooh,” she moaned, a sound he felt everywhere.

Inch by gratifying inch, he glided into her wet heat until he was balls deep. So fucking deep.

“Oh, Julian.”

“Right here, baby.” His name on her lips caused his desire to kick up a notch higher, and he hadn’t thought that was possible. Not when his body was wired and already slick with desire and sweat. The only thing keeping him from coming was the urge to make sure she climaxed first.

He wrapped his hand around her hair and tugged, eliciting a shuddering moan. He slid his cock out and thrust back in, finding his own rhythm, one she matched, grinding back against him with each successive thrust inside her.

She shook and trembled, searching for the ultimate fulfillment. He slid one arm around her waist and pressed a finger on her clit, moving it in a circular motion, his fingertip wet with her desire. A few more strokes and she came around him, moaning incoherent words in between sobbing out his name.

Only then did he let go, allowing her climax to trigger his own. He began to pump into her, grasping her hips and plunging deep, over and over again. The aftermath of her orgasm caused her inner walls to clasp his dick in a moist, tight tunnel. He’d never felt anything so hot, so right.

“Oh, fuck, Kendall.” He came on a shout, lost to the hot spurts leaving his cock and the waves of pleasure tackling his body.