Seduction (Bayfront Billionaires)

He picked up the pace, and the heel of his hand rubbed her clit while his fingers stroked enticingly.

“Lex,” she mumbled, her mind clouding with a passion-induced haze. It had been forever and a day since she’d experienced this sort of bliss. Intensified by Lex’s head dipping and his mouth skimming along her throat, his teeth nipping.

Her head fell back as he pumped steadily and the pressure built within her, the sensations multiplying.

“Come for me,” he quietly demanded, his warm breath teasing her skin.

Lily was so damn close. But it was such a fantastic feeling to be crushed against his hunky body, his fingers more aggressively stroking her inner walls, that she just wanted to hold on to the moment awhile longer.

But Lex was murmuring sexy words, his lips brushing against her throat, and she was quickly racing toward a release she desperately needed. And hadn’t fully known it until she’d met Lexington Alexander and Jackson Sterling.

Lex said, “I love these breathy little noises you make. Jesus, I am so fucking hard for you.”

That was as much as she could take. Everything blazing inside her erupted.

“Lex!” she cried out as the climax consumed her. “Oh, God!”

She clutched at him with her fingers around his strands of hair and curled into his upper arm. Her pussy clenched and released, drawing out every ounce of her orgasm as she savored every second of Lex pleasuring her.

“Lily . . . damn it. You’re even more beautiful when you’re lost in passion.”

He stared down at her for endless moments as she tried to pull in slower breaths.

Then he scowled.

Lily’s heart sank.

“What?” she asked with a tinge of paranoia. The hint of Oh, my God, did I just make a horrific mistake by letting him in my panties?

“I’m going to be late.” He withdrew from her and took a step back. “Fuck.” He jerked the hem of his polo from the waist of his black dress pants and whipped it off.

Lily’s heart changed direction and leapt into her throat.

She’d been right about Lex all along. He truly was as perfectly sculpted as Jax. Wide shoulders, solid chest, ripped abs, long, tapered obliques. All that tanned skin and rigid muscles made her mouth instantly water.

His head lowered once more and he said in his low, rumbling voice, “You keep looking at me like you want to lick me from head to toe, Lily, and I’m not going to make it to the Junior League cocktail reception at the yacht club. Not that I’d mind, except that they’re honoring me and Jax for the million-dollar donation we recently pledged to help the homeless in some of the nearby inland communities.”

“Then let me help you.”

She tidied herself up, then selected a sky-blue dress shirt she knew would accentuate his eyes. As he slipped into it, she chose platinum cuff links with his initials monogrammed on the cubes and set them on the waist-high marble-topped dresser. As he buttoned up and stuffed the tails into his pants, she picked out a silk tie and a different belt than the one he was wearing.

Handing over the latter, she said, “The silver buckle stands out more and will go nicely with the cuff links.”

He worked one belt off and replaced it with the other while she wound the tie around his neck. He reached for the cuff links and worked them into place as she deftly knotted his tie. His strong arms were around her at her waist and she was practically pressed against every inch of him again.

Every rock-hard inch of him. Including the

erection that taunted her.

Lily could barely breathe. Somehow, she managed to shift away when they were both done and retrieve the suit jacket that she knew went with his pants. She stepped around him and assisted him into the garment from behind.

Lex said, “I’m used to women undressing me, not GQ’ing me up.”

A scintillating shiver chased down her spine as the image of him shirtless flitted in her mind.

“Given the circumstances, you’ll have to settle for this,” she said, hearing the regret in her voice.

He glanced at her over his shoulder. “Not complaining that it’s you in my dressing room. But given that it is you in my dressing room . . . I’d prefer it if you were trying to get me naked.”