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

“Yes.” Christian’s fingertips tenderly caressed her scalp, her hair still twisted around his fingers so that they pulled lightly in an arousing way. Every fiber of her being was aroused.

“How does he figure?” she asked as she worked the briefs and his pants down Christian’s lifted hips so that his cock sprang free of the confining material. His beautiful, thick cock that she instantly craved to taste, to devour.

“He wanted too much from you, too soon.”

Bayli let that tidbit simmer in the back of her head as she succumbed to the temptation of silky skin covering steel. She slowly grazed Christian’s shaft with her tongue from root to tip. Felt the jarring deep within him at her wicked touch. Her tongue swirled around the slight indentation of his cockhead and then whisked lower to trace the groove underneath.

He hissed out a breath.

She closed her mouth over him and suckled. Not taking him in any farther than his very tip. Using her tongue to stroke languidly.

“He didn’t say you liked to tease.”

Bayli didn’t take the bait. Kept up her playful toying with him. Christian knew she was good for follow-through; she’d already proven that to him. At the moment, she was mostly enthralled with the pulsing of his cock and the staccato beats of his breath.

“Why do you think you know exactly what Rory was trying to tell you when he said he wanted too much from me, too soon?” She blew softly against Christian’s skin that was deepening in color with his arousal. His hips bucked. She couldn’t resist licking him from base to tip again.

“Fuck.” His tone was jagged—as though Bayli were actually working some sort of magic on him, revving him with her simple tonguing, her light breaths on his throbbing cock. In a cagey tone, he said, “Because when I was buried inside you, I was thinking of a dozen other ways I wanted you. All wrapped around making you come, making you scream my name. Making us come together … Damn.”

Her hand stroked his cock as she peered at him from under her lashes. “Making us all come?”

The primal sound that slipped through his lips ignited her insides.

“Christian,” she said on a heavy breath. “That’s hot.”

She took him deep in her mouth. Sucked him hard while fisting him at the root with one hand and carefully rolling his balls with the other. A technique that had Christian’s hips jerking and his breaths coming in sharper pulls. A technique she’d not had the opportunity to share with Rory; he’d put a stop to her foreplay much too soon.

Because he’d wanted her.

With erotic thoughts bursting anew in her brain, she sucked one more time—fiercely enough to evoke a violent tremble from Christian—and then released him.

“Goddamn,” he growled.

She sat back on the seat across from him. Every bit of her vibrated from a new empowerment coursing through her.

“That’s not a look I’m used to seeing from you,” Christian commented as he eyed her closely. “What’s on your mind?”

Her inner walls were doing some sort of eclectic dance that had them clenching and releasing in a heated frenzy, and her chest heaved of its own accord, giving her away. Damn that part of her body that couldn’t control itself.

She said, “I really want to give you a ‘happy ending,’ Mr. Davila.”

He smirked at her sassiness.

“But the thing is…” She glided the pad of her finger along the corner of her mouth to whisk away any lip gloss that had smeared. “You and Chef St. James got the chance to weave your little web. Quite a sticky one, I might add.”

She made a bold move for the phone tucked into the sidewall, and when the driver came on the line she told him, “You can pull over now, please.”

Bayli replaced the receiver as Christian watched her with a crooked brow at her sudden take-charge attitude.

She said, “You’ve hooked me, clearly.” She snatched the envelope he’d brought with him. The car came to a halt. Bayli reached for the handle and shoved the door open. Over her shoulder, she told Christian, “Now it’s my turn to do the same.”

TWELVE

“You did not say that!” Jewel erupted—thankfully before taking a sip of wine.

“Yep. Then I just slipped from the limo and strode off. As though I didn’t have a care in the world.”

Bayli had played it cool with Christian on Monday afternoon. Unfortunately, her insides had been a rioting mess as she’d briskly wound her way through foot traffic on the sidewalk, wondering if he was going to come after her and foil her little power play.