The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

Jewel sucked in a slice of air, not even realizing she’d been holding her breath.

He pulled out of her, then pushed back in, a bit hastier this time. The action jolted her and he wound an arm around the front of her, at the waist, to steady her. To keep her hips from hitting the granite.

Jewel’s spine bowed and she lifted her ass higher.

Vin let out a carnal grunt. “You really do want me to fuck you.”

“You know I do,” she shamelessly said.

Vin pulled out once more. Plunged in. Pumped steadily.

“Oh, Christ,” she whimpered. She reached for his free hand and covered her mouth with his palm as her moans bounced off the river rock–trimmed walls, only slightly diffused by the jazz music piped in. She would have

turned on the water faucet for more camouflage if California weren’t in the middle of a drought.

“Goddamn, Jewel.” Vin’s voice was tight, gruff. “You feel incredible.”

She kept her hand over his at her mouth and slipped the other one between her legs to rub her clit. Quickly. Like the way he moved inside her. Sliding along the narrow walls, not thrusting all the way in but far enough to send them both soaring.

His jaw clenched again. His chest heaved. She watched him barrel toward orgasm right along with her.

“Oh, yeah,” he ground out. “This is good. So damn good.”

He fucked her faster, his hips jerking. Her muffled cries were more frequent now as the pressure built. The searing mixed with the sheer pleasure of having him inside her in this incredibly forbidden, decadent way. And knowing he was about to explode. As was she.

“Come for me, baby,” he insisted, need blazing in his eyes.

She was so close.

His hips continued to buck. Her hard nipples ached for his touch. Her pussy wept. Her clit tingled. Every fiber of her being was caught in the sensuous heat and she knew she was going to come hard. Feared the scream that would wrench from her lips. But there was no turning back. No stopping.

Vin worked her into a blissful frenzy, setting her off with explosive potency. Her wail was barely stifled. Her eyes squeezed shut and her legs shook as the feverish climax took her.

“Fuck, yes,” Vin said in a rough tone. “I love it when you lose it for me, baby.”

His cock surged. His body convulsed. And then Vin let out a low roar as he came inside her, pushing just a bit deeper and prolonging her orgasm.

Jewel couldn’t breathe. She quaked and flamed to the core. Rocked by Vin’s intensity and aggression.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “You make me so fucking hot.”

She pulled his hand from her mouth and tried to inhale beyond slight wisps of air. Vin took his time riding out his own release. He looked as dazed as she felt. Slowly collected himself.

Eventually, he withdrew from her and peeled off the condom. Wrapped it in a tissue and tossed it in the trash. Then he cleaned himself up and dried his hands with a plush towel. His breathing was still labored.

Jewel was afraid to move. Wasn’t sure her weak knees and trembling legs would support her.

Vin eyed her curiously. Stepped toward her and shifted her thong back into place. Worked her tight skirt along her backside.

She gazed at him over her shoulder.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, appearing genuinely concerned.

Jewel finally rallied the strength to straighten. She turned to him. “No. You know I liked it. Though I probably won’t be able to sit properly for a week.” Her gaze narrowed on him. “Why’d you do it that way?”

His expression darkened. “Because Rogen never has, right?”

She shook her head.