The Billionaire's Gamble

“I’ve never seen a view as good as this.” He’s looking straight at me. My heart kicks into high gear and the rest of my body freezes. I’m sure I’ve stopped breathing. His hand cups my cheek, caressing it like he’s never felt another human before. I know I can’t be the first, but I love the idea.

His full lips part. “Dani,” he whispers, “I’m going to kiss you now. I’m not asking permission…I know you want me to.”

I lick my lower lip. “Why tell me and not just do it?”

His chuckle is as deep, and it stirs something deep within me. “Anticipation.” I know he’ll taste like whiskey before his mouth closes on mine. And I get it—the anticipation. My body is fizzing with it as I wait for him to close the distance.

Nolan struck me as a gentleman, but he’s more than that.

He’s powerful.

He’s a risk taker.

He’s used to getting his way.

I’m practically dripping with lust when he slips his hand around my neck, fingers tangling in my hair. He pulls me against him firmly—no hesitation—his tongue gliding past my lips to brush against mine. Everything inside of me tightens at his touch. He’s kissing my lips but I feel it soaking into every one of my cells.

My panties are absolutely soaked, and I let out a moan when he softly bites my bottom lip. His thumb caresses the corner of my mouth, and he pushes it inside. The sensation of him running it lightly over my lips and tongue melts me until I’m sure that I’ve turned into fucking butter.

“On the bed,” he says, his voice rough. “Now.”

Stumbling in my heels, I settle onto the gigantic bed. I sink down into it, letting it pull me into its softness, its grandness. But it’s nothing compared to Nolan. As big as this mattress is, he seems bigger. Especially when he settles over me, hands sinking into the blankets beside my head.

He stares down at me, pinning me with his gaze until I become self-conscious. I stare back. The guy is stunning, but it’s the intensity in his eyes as he looks down on me that’s making me wet—making me crave him. He’s turning me on without even touching me, and his smirk tells me that he knows it.

“You’re truly beautiful, Dani,” he says. “I could stare at you for hours. Days.”

“We’d die from dehydration,” I say, my mouth ironically going dry.

“No. Not me.” His eyebrows knot together, his smile fading on the edges. “I’d drink you up. That would be enough for me.”

I’ve got nothing to say to that. It’s a relief when he kisses me, freeing me from speech, from thought. Fingers curl against my spine, one hand drifting down my hip until he finds the edge of my dress. “Are you wet for me?” he asks, sliding down my body. “I think you are, and I’m going to find out.”

Heat floods my body, and I know my face is beet red. “Oh god, I—”

“Shh,” he chuckles, exposing my damp panties. He spreads my thighs wide, taking in the sight of my arousal. His eyes seem to go black, and the look on his face is pure lust. It transforms him into something wild and feral. It’s hot. “Fuck,” he says. “Just looking at you makes my cock hard.”

Cock. The word has my mouth watering, and I’ve never wanted to see a man naked so badly. I try to sit up. “Show me.”

His laughter is all sex; it shakes the bed and vibrates through me. “Not yet. I’m not finished. When I’m through with you, these blankets will be ruined. When I fuck you I want you to be dripping.”

Nolan holds my knees; I expect him to keep me spread, but he pushes them together until I’m straight as an arrow. The motion pushes my pussy upwards, and when he grips the sides of my ass, it opens my lips to him like my very body is begging for him to taste me. Everything is tense—my panties are taut against my skin, his breath hot right where my clit is hidden beneath the fabric.

I’ve never been in a position like this. It wakes up my nerves, makes my body shake. I’m so, so aware of how close his mouth is to me. How that at any second I’ll feel the pleasure of his mouth on me. Just thinking about it makes me moan. “Nolan, please.”

“Please what?” He nuzzles the skin of my hip. His stubble is rough, and goosebumps race across my skin. “Please taste me? Please make me come until I can’t remember my own name?” With just the pad of his thumb he strokes gently over the front of my panties.

The sound that comes from me is loud and raw. I can’t stay quiet, not when he rubs my swollen clit like he’s an expert on my body. I haven’t had sex in years, and it shows. I’m too desperate for this feeling, every dormant desire rushing to the surface. He teases my clit back and forth, and my toes curl inside my high heels.