The Billionaires: The Bosses (Lover's Triangle 2)

“Bayli—”

“Do it.” She hadn’t missed the warning in his tone. Nor did she care about it. “Do me.”

He was sheathed moments later. His gaze continued to hold hers as he moved in close, spiking her adrenaline, keeping her juices flowing.

Her fingers grazed over his sculpted cheeks and set jaw. Down his thick, corded throat to his collarbone. Lower to his chest. One nail scraped his small, pebbled nipple. He smirked.

“Careful there, beauty queen. Payback can be a real bitch.”

“Promise?”

He nipped at the corner of her mouth. “You didn’t tease Christian like this, did you?”

“He’s more the sort to be direct with, you know? Like … ‘let’s get down to brass tacks.’”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

“Well, yes. I did tell you to fuck me.”

He gently bit her jaw, her neck. “Say it again.”

“Seriously?” she asked, breathy and wiggling beneath him. Her hand skated down his heavily muscled back to his bare ass. “Are you worried I might change my mind once you’re inside me?”

“I don’t make love,” he told her as he stared into her eyes. “Just so you know.”

Everything inside her went haywire. “Rory. The way you just—”

“I don’t,” he insisted. Not even wanting to hear that the way he’d just set her off had been all about his extreme attention to detail. Using every single one of her whimpers, moans, and sighs as it had escaped her parted lips as a guide.

But … okay. She’d play along.

“Say it,” he commanded.

Her gaze didn’t waver. “Fuck me. Like you really and truly can’t get enough of me.”

His strong forearm hooked under her leg, at the bend in her knee, and he lifted it, widening her for his entry. The head of his cock nudged her opening. His eyes didn’t leave hers. There were questions and answers not necessarily correlating with each other in his dark gaze. She had no delusions she was in over her head. Maybe he felt the same way.

All she knew at the moment was that she needed him inside her, wanted him to take everything he needed from her.

His lips swept over hers and he said, “You really do bring out the animal in me.”

He thrust into her.

So very fucking deep into her.

Bayli cried out. Not from pain—from sheer and utter ecstasy.

He recognized the difference. And instantly retreated and plunged with the sort of diligence that pushed the air from her lungs and had her hips lifting off the sofa to meet every assertive thrust.

His mouth was on her throat and he bit her with each stroke, sending shock waves through her. The sensual assault was frenetic and electrifying.

Rory slipped a hand under her ass and tilted her hips, giving him a better angle, better leverage to drive into her. Bayli clutched at him. With her fingernails digging into his shoulders, with her pussy contracting around his cock.

Jesus, he was thick and wide … and filled her so beautifully.

His hips bucked and he jarred her with his fervent movements—she loved every second of it.

“You feel so damn good,” he told her. “So fucking good.”