Bared by Him (The Billionaire's Club 5)

She chose a slow one. Making sounds. It was killing him. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he tossed his head on the pillow and grimaced as he tried to keep from rolling her beneath him and fucking her hard. “Faster, baby.”

She grabbed his jaw, her lips on his. He groaned in pure male pleasure when her mouth opened wide over his. Another sound, deeper, needier, tore from his chest as he parted his mouth and thrust inside her. It almost hurt to kiss her, their mouths were abraded and raw. And yet neither of them would stop.

They groaned in unison, the tip of their teeth scraping as their tongues danced, twined, tasted.

He grabbed her ass, and his hips swiveled as his cock drove into her slick, swollen pussy.

He ached to fill her, his balls tight and heavy. His cock was ready to burst every time it was squeezed by the tight walls of her creamy passage.

He buried his face in her neck, every atom in his body ready to detonate. “You come with me, Ivy … Come…”

He drew back and could see her little face twist with pleasure, her hips rolling frantically above him.

In one swift move, he pulled her underneath him and slid his hand between their bodies to tease the moistened folds with his hand.

He slid his torso between her thighs and parted her labia with his thumbs so that his lips could greedily lock around her sweet little clit. With a gentle sucking motion, he drew the bud into his mouth, then rolled it with his tongue as he shafted two long fingers inside her.

The noises she made destroyed him. Each moan, each sigh, sliced through him and fisted around his aching balls.

“Cade.” Ivy rolled her head and stroked his hair while he worshipped between her legs. Cade lapped her up like a man possessed, luxuriating in the thick, creamy taste of her. He groaned against her clit, his fingers pleasuring her until her small frame tensed and then released in wild, sexy shudders. The sight of her coming shot his pulse to the roof. His cock jerked jealously, and his blood stormed through his body with an avalanche of sensations. He dove for the packet of condoms he’d bought hours before she’d arrived, dreaming he was going to get to tumble in bed with her.

He rolled one on with unsteady hands, secured her parted thighs around his hips and positioned himself to enter.

Ivy watched him, dewy eyed and heavy-lidded, still shuddering on the bed as the tip of his erection eagerly probed and pried her entrance apart.

She clutched his arms, her eyes heavy, her breasts rising and falling. “Kiss me while you fuck me, please.”

Her words unraveled him. Her pussy parting for him, then closing hot and snug around his width, released a torrent of pleasure through his nerve endings.

Cade bent over her and dragged his swollen lips all across her red-stained mouth as he thrust deeper into her damp, snug grip with a greedy grunt, plowing one, two, three times. That was all it took to make him groan out her name as he rode his orgasm, kissing her while they both shattered.

Chapter Three

In the morning Cade sat at his desk, hands steepled before him as he stared unseeingly at an e-mail, deep in thought. His chest experienced a strange opening sensation when he heard his assistant say, “Miss Ivy Summers to see you, sir.”

His heart flipped, and all of a sudden the blood in his veins boiled, rushing to his groin with the mere sound of her name. He glanced at his Patek Philippe watch and noted the time.

“Cancel my eleven o’clock,” he instructed. “Hold all my calls.”

Thoughts of last night toppled over each other. Her swollen mouth. Her dampened camisole clinging to her slim little body. Her wet panties. Her smooth, lean arms and legs.

When Ivy walked in, he was rocked by the sight of her. Not a dream, not a fantasy, she was real, and he was hard as granite and trembling, his hands curling at his sides to keep from grabbing her to him.

Instead he slowly stood, taking in the tan skirt and cream blouse, and how her waist was hugged by a thick leather belt, which only made her look curvier and sexier.

His own hunger almost devoured him. This need for her frightened him. He was a solitary man, had been too angry, too lonely, for too many years. Sunlight streamed through his office window and it caressed every inch of her skin, skin that he wanted to lick again, touch again, feel again. Holy God, he wanted her so much, he was afraid he’d kill her from screwing her so hard.

“Close the door.” He attempted to keep his voice level, but the coarseness in it revealed his out-of-control arousal. Her eyes widened in response, but she reached with wavering hands behind her and pushed the door closed. Snap.

His vision blurred as his nerve endings came alive with desire. “Lock it.”

She reached behind her, then paused, looking both alarmed and needy as she stood there. “Cade, I can’t be in a relationship right now.”

“Lock the door, Ivy,” he said with more force, his control slipping. He remembered how she’d twisted beneath him yesterday, how he’d been afraid to hurt her as he took her, how she seemed to like it. To want it.

Click.

She turned the lock, her hands shaking, but her honey eyes were both pleading with him and ravenous as they watched him. He removed his jacket and flung it over his chair.