Not Husband Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 1)

“Holy shit. You’ve just described my fantasy, woman. You, glasses, and no bra?”

I giggled. “Ha. Ha. Funny.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “You think I’m joking?”

?

?Of course you are. You say all kinds of things. You’re just a huge flirt, Jeremy Hartwell.”

He dropped his hands from my lower back. “Walk back in here with a pair of glasses on and see what happens.”

“You are bluffing.” I hurried to wear my suitcase was anyway. I was going to prove him wrong. I retrieved my glasses from their case and slid them on my face.

I sashayed into the living room, ruffling my hair as I walked, tempting him with a silly walk. There was no way this was his thing. But I wanted to see how far I could play the charade.

“See? Nothing that exciting,” I teased.

“That’s where you’re fucking wrong,” he growled walking two paces toward me before he crushed me with a kiss. His hands tangled in my hair, tipping my lips upward.

The power surged through my body. I unwrapped myself from him and slid to my knees.

“What are you doing, Evie?”

I stared at him through the glasses while I unbuckled his belt and pushed his charcoal pants to his ankles. I worked the black boxer briefs over his legs until his cock sprung free. I blinked at how huge it was in the daylight.

“Evie,” he groaned.

I licked my lips. “I want you,” I whispered.

I fisted his shaft in my hand, groaning at how silky and soft he felt in my grasp. How could something so hard and solid feel so good?

My tongue extended, flicking over the head. I sighed when a drop of pre-cum beaded at my command.

I trailed the throbbing vein along his cock and lapped at his balls. I sat back on my heels, knowing everything was agonizing pleasure for him. I cupped his balls and took the tip of his wide head on my lips and kissed it, sucking lightly.

“I think you should sit for this,” I teased.

Jeremy walked backward until he was on the couch. I positioned myself between his legs.

“Take your shirt off,” he demanded. “Not the glasses.”

I threaded it over my head and tossed it on the floor, before returning my lips to his cock.

It was going to take a few tries to accommodate him. I was out of practice. The one time I had started this at Bella’s was when he came to with the great epiphany we should elope.

I wanted to do this right. I wanted him to walk out of the door for work, knowing his wife had given him the best blow job of his life.

I focused on my mission and inhaled his masterpiece, sliding my lips to the base.

“Oh fuck,” he growled, grabbing the back of my head. “Shit. I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty mouth like this. I didn’t get to finish the other night, did I?”

He bucked and I gagged quickly before moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I could do this. I could take his enormous cock. If this man could give me the kind of unbelievable head he did, I’d give him a blow job he’d never forget.

“Oh your hot little mouth is fucking heaven.” He breathed heavy.

I smiled between thrusts.

“Now touch yourself,” he commanded.