Beauty and the Billionaire

All the air leaves my body when I’m flipped over onto my back and Grant comes down over me, pinning me to the bed beneath him. His head drops to the cradle of my neck. My thighs burn as they stretch wide to make room for his broad frame.

I close my eyes and fight not to whimper with need. If I thought I was turned on before, that was nothing in comparison.

“You’re killing me,” he growls against my neck. “You don’t have fucking panties on?”

“Oh yeah.” I’m thankful he can’t see my face. Did I flash him when I jumped into the bed? It’s a stupid question ‘cause I know I in fact did. He’d pounced immediately, and damn is that hot, but even now he’s fighting himself trying to do the right thing. I don’t want him to. In fact, I want him to do all the wrong things. Things he’d never do… except with me. “I didn’t want to put those other panties back on. They went up my butt.”

A deep, sexy chuckle comes from him, shaking his whole body. I grip his back as a moan rips through my body when his cock rubs against my clit, hitting it in the perfect spot. Grant’s laughter instantly stops.

“Grant.” I try to lift my hips but only manage to wiggle against him. I’m pinned beneath. That should probably freak me out, but it only heightens my desire for him. I want him. I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t want to stop.

“Baby, don’t say my name that way.” His mouth brushes against my neck. “You smell so damn good. I just got off, but I’m harder than before.” He almost sounds pained.

“I didn’t get off at all.” I lick my dry lips. My shameless hips try to move, wanting to rub against him.

“You’re tempting me, little fox.”

“Why do you call me that?” I run my fingers up his back.

“You always look like you want to run.” He lifts his head. “And your red hair.” His eyes drop to my mouth.

“I don’t want to run. Not from you.” His eyes widen a fraction. Almost in disbelief.

“Are you saying I can keep you?” I open my mouth, but he cuts me off. “Careful what you say, little fox,” he warns. Something in the back of my mind whispers that it wouldn’t matter. Grant might be a good man, but I also think he always gets what he wants. If he wants me, he’ll have me. One way or another. He could easily make me fall in love with him. I’m a little bit there already. He’s reminding me of one of those white knights I would always read about from my mom's old romance book stash. He appeared when I needed him the most.

“If you promise to never hurt me.”

“All I want is to give you pleasure,” he says before he claims my mouth in a kiss full of promise.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue sweeps past my lips and he devours me. Never in my life did I think a kiss could be so all consuming. I get lost in it trying to kiss him back the same. Hesitant at first, but soon I’m right there with him, matching his strokes.

“Fuck.” He jerks his head back, suddenly breaking our kiss.

“Don’t stop.”

“Tell me I can taste all of you.”

“Yes!” I half scream, the throb between my legs almost too much to bear.

“Getting greedy?” A wicked smile curves his swollen lips. I can’t believe I did that to them.

“I think I am,” I admit.

“Good, I want you to be greedy about everything when it comes to us. If you want something, all you have to do is ask. I’ll give it to you. All of it and more.”

“Then give it to me, Grant. Please.” I’m beyond the point of caring if I have to beg. This man is practically my hero, and now he wants to give me more. For so long there has only been darkness and sadness in my life.

Tonight with him, there will be pleasure.

7

GRANT

She’s so damn soft everywhere. Her skin feels like rose petals. I want to caress every inch of her if she’ll let me. I want to take my time, but I can tell she's on edge. Her body is begging for release, and I’m going to give her what she needs right now and for the rest of her life.

“There is no going back now,” I tell her as she hands herself over to me. Not that there ever was a chance. This is only moving faster than I planned.

I was more than willing to do whatever it took to keep my little fox, and if the slow game was what it was going to take, I was willing to do it. Even if it killed me. But she must be feeling this intense attraction as much as I am. Why else would she be so at ease with me? She even taunted me with her little jump onto the bed, giving me a peak of that sweet treat between her thighs.