Claimed by Him (The Billionaire's Club 1)

“Graves,” she whispered, her heart jumping, disbelieving this could be happening. The suspense was killing her, gnawing away at her confidence. And the desire…it was eating her up alive.

“Open your mouth.” His breathing deepened as he framed her face between his hands, his incredibly large erection pressing hard and rigid against her stomach.

“Please…” she said, tilting her head up, her hands flat against the door behind her for support. Their noses brushed as he lowered his head, and then Graves dropped his head even farther and dipped the tip of his tongue into the dimple in her chin.

Electricity sizzled through her, and she gasped.

Graves lifted his head, his golden eyes gleaming in the light. Then he slowly ducked and repeated the motion, only this time, the lick went a little higher, from her dimple to the lower fringe of her bottom lip. She tensed and mewed with expectation, and whispered, “Kiss me.”

“Shh. I’m getting there.” He scraped his plush lips across hers in a slow, teasing way, like he was getting to know the feel of them. Lava coursed through her veins, her legs turning watery. Then he did it again, brushing across her, lip to lip, side to side.

A shudder rushed through her, and her cunt clenched with need. She was so wet she could feel it soaking down her thigh. Graves’s scent intoxicated her, his nearness, the sensual scrape of his lips, and Chloe parted her lips and snuck out her tongue because she was going to melt into a puddle of want if he didn’t kiss her now. Graves. The only man she’d ever, ever wanted.

But Graves drew back when she tried to lick his mouth. He smiled teasingly down at her, then bent and seized her bottom lip between his teeth and took a slow, sensual bite. She gasped at the friction of his teeth on her flesh and squirmed restlessly against him, the pleasure unbearable, shooting arrows of bliss straight to her core.

He drew back and spoke, thickly, as he pushed his thumb into her mouth so that she suckled it. “Your mouth is so damned hot the rest of me is jealous, Chloe. Is this how you plan to suck my tongue when I give it to you?”

The guttural way he spoke to her was so sexy, so arousing, she started trembling. “Graves…stop delaying,” she gasped, her eyes drifting shut for one tiny second. “I want you so much. Please let me taste you.”

His thick-lashed eyes set her on fire as ecstasy tightened his face muscles. He lowered his head and licked hotly into her mouth, then withdrew, and before he licked into her mouth again, he murmured, “If you want my tongue, then give me yours.”

She anxiously pushed her tongue into his mouth and shuddered when their damp heats collided, his taste invading her, tormenting her. She felt him tense against her, his erection growing an extra inch against her stomach, and he groaned as his hips began to sinuously pump her against the door.

They went wild, like teenagers on their first kiss, their mouths slanting, him growling low and deep, her moaning helplessly. He turned his head and took her mouth, suckled her, and she feasted on him, her hands automatically going to his chest.

When she slid her fingers up to his jaw, he tore free, panting, jamming his fingers into his hair, his face hard and raw. “Go home,” he rasped. “Now!”

Chloe panted in disbelief. Graves looked wild, like an animal, and about to fuck the living daylights out of her in Luke’s living room. Her pussy gripped, because she wanted him so much, but she’d promised him, and she couldn’t bear to have lied. “I’ll…okay. Okay, I’m leaving.”

She ducked as she pulled the door open and rushed to the elevator, too unsettled by his kiss to even look back when he commanded, his voice roughened with anger, “Call me when you get there!”

Frowning darkly, Graves pounded on the wireless keyboard hooked to Luke’s system and typed in a long security code, a sector of his brain working on autopilot.

Which was a good thing; that it could actually work.

Because the rest of him was consumed, every sinew, tissue, muscle, nerve, and bone in his body, consumed by Chloe Lexington.

His mouth still burned with the taste of her. His blood stormed hot through his veins and his cock kept pushing up into his pants when he remembered their kiss.

It had been almost three hours since she’d left and it was well past midnight, and Chloe hadn’t called. She was irking him. Deliberately provoking him. Still determined to give some motherfucker her virginity, Holy God.

I want you so much. Please let me taste you.

Her voice flicked through him like an angel’s wing, telling him she wanted him, needed him. Graves ruthlessly suppressed a shudder as the wet flicks of her greedy little tongue came vividly back to his mind.

Sitting tense at Luke’s acrylic desk with every one of his muscles contracted, his hands paused on the keyboard and he stared off into nothingness, his chest cramping. He couldn’t believe he’d kissed her like that. That kiss…It had been hours ago, and his body still raged hot and hard for her. Was she as affected as he was?

Was she wet, while he was so damned hard?

He could still taste her in his mouth. Maybe she was right, maybe he just didn’t like to kiss the women he was with. Because Chloe’s kiss could’ve driven him to orgasm. No tobacco taste like those few awkward kisses he’d shared with his first whores. No taste of stale alcohol, of bitterness, of poverty. No. Chloe tasted rich and luscious and minty. It was all freshness, and female, and her. Fuck, that kiss had been as intimate a thing as he’d ever allowed himself in his life, and the worst part was, it was still not enough. Graves had trembled with the need to get closer to her. To bury his tongue as deep as he could fucking go and bury his cock in the opposite direction until he’d impaled her so well and so hard he became one with her.

Jesus, what had he been thinking?

Did he think he could resist the woman of his fantasies?

He’d fallen for her bait, ready to make her go back home and out of Preston’s place before the jealousy ripped him in two. But damn it, he’d thought he’d have more control, more reserve, that he would just give her the kiss and send her on her way, maybe even torment her a little for tempting him like she had.

But no.