Married to the Secret Billionaire

My breath hitches in my chest. “It doesn’t weird you out?” I can’t help asking.

“What, to think about how I can be the first man to make you come?” His hand slides down my neck, tracing along the ridges of my shoulders, then over my collarbone.

I swallow hard, finding it hard to keep breathing steadily.

“Or to think about claiming that sweet, sexy pussy of yours?” His fingers drip lower now, grazing the edges of my breasts, circling around them, before he reaches up to run a single thumb over one nipple, pressing just hard enough to draw a faint gasp of pleasure from me.

His hands dip lower, down my sides, tracing my curves, until he flattens one palm against my stomach and drags his fingers down, across the plane of my belly to my mound. He keeps going until his palm is against my mound, his fingers slipping between my thighs. Then he leans in to kiss me again, and squeezes my pussy at the same time, making me moan against his mouth.

“I want to fuck you, Sinclair. I want to ruin your pussy for anyone else,” he whispers against my lips, and heat flares in my veins at those words. At the thought of him fucking me, claiming me.

But then he releases my pussy and steps back, a smirk playing on his mouth as he watches me, judging my reaction. It’s all I can do to hold myself upright against the wall, pulse thudding in my ears, trying to catch my breath.

“Unless, of course,” he says, moving toward the door. “You’d like me to stop.”

“No,” I blurt, louder than I mean to. My cheeks flush with embarrassment. But I square my shoulders anyway and power through it. “I don’t want you to stop. I…” I swallow hard. I’ve never talked dirty before. Never done anything like this. But being around Ankor sends a whole new reckless flood of energy through me. It makes me want to be bold. To live on the edge.

“I want you to make me come,” I whisper, just loud enough for him to be able to hear me from where he’s standing, next to the door that leads out to the pool.

“Good.” His grin widens. With a lazy smirk, he reaches out to twist the lock on the bathroom door, ensuring our privacy. Then he crosses the room back to my side in a couple easy steps, and wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me against him. Our mouths collide again, and this time there’s no hesitation from my end. I let my head fall back and my lips part, as his tongue explores my mouth, harsh, possessive. He breaks the kiss and his lips trail down my neck, following the same path his fingertips did earlier. He licks and nips at my skin, making me gasp.

Then his mouth traces lower, over my collarbone, down to my breasts. He pins my back against the wall of the changing room, and sucks one of my nipples between his lips, his tongue flicking across the hard nub, toying with me, teasing me. I moan and arch into him, and his hands slide around the small of my back, bracing me against him as he sucks and licks at one nipple, then the next.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, his breath hot against my damp skin, when he pauses to tilt his head back and meet my eyes. “You know, I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck anybody this trip?” He lifts an eyebrow, holding my gaze. “I wasn’t going to get involved. But seeing you yesterday on the beach, Sinclair… Touching you in the pool …” His hands roam down my sides, exploring every inch of my curves.

It makes me shiver, especially to know that he was just as distracted and turned on as I was earlier in the pool. It makes me feel powerful. Sexy as hell, to know that this gorgeous man was as eager to touch me as I was him.

“I didn’t want you to stop,” I admit in a low, throaty voice now. The words make him grin with pleasure.

“What about now?” he asks, his hands sliding down to my belly, before they deftly part my thighs, pushing me back against the wall so my bare ass is flat against it. He leans in and trails his tongue between my breasts and down, tracing the indentation at the center of my chest down, down, to my belly, where his tongue flicks into my navel and his teeth lightly graze my skin.

It’s enough to send a full-body shiver through me, all the way from the tip of my head down to my toes, which curl beneath me. I catch my breath in my throat and my eyes flutter half-shut, watching him taste me. “Don’t stop,” I breathe.