The Billionaire (The Dalton Brothers 2)

Fourteen

Joanna

“Ican’t come again,” I gasped, trying to find air in this steamy suite when it felt like all the oxygen had been fucked out of me.

That was because Jenner’s mouth was on my clit, my body so tingly from the orgasm he’d just given me.

“You can.”

I didn’t believe him.

I’d already had three, and I’d practically lost my voice from screaming, every part of me completely drained. Every nerve ending shouting, every limb numb.

And then there was his tongue, lapping away, urging me to find that release again.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yes … just like I said,” he panted.

After spending an hour inside me, he’d barely caught his breath before his mouth dived between my legs.

And this was only the very beginning of his trip. He’d flown in this morning. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and I was already orgasmed out. His hands, his dick, his wicked tongue—all making me feel so good.

God, this fucking man.

I couldn’t get enough of him.

“Come,” he demanded.

My head fell into the pillow, my back arching, my heels digging into the mattress, while my hands squeezed the blanket beneath me. “Jenner …”

“Fucking come. Let me feel it.” He moaned. “Let me taste it.”

His words were like friction, bringing me to that place again—a place I didn’t think I would be able to revisit because my body was so spent.

But here I was.

So aroused.

Climbing faster, the harder he licked.

His finger found its way inside me, and a bolt of pleasure shot through me, causing my knees to bend and my head to lift.

I wanted to watch his eyes turn ravenous.

I wanted to see his tongue flick my clit.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

“That’s it, baby. Come on my face.”

His tongue was whipping across me, his fingers thrusting, sending me so far off that edge that I was peaking, and all I had left was more screams. “Jenner!”

“Fuck yes.” He switched to a horizontal pattern. “Tell me. Tell me how fucking good it feels.”

His words were like air, bursting across my clit, bringing me higher with each syllable. “Your tongue … I can’t.” I tried to inhale, I tried to find the words to describe what was happening inside me, but I couldn’t.

I was gone, overtaken with shudders and waves of ecstasy, and he didn’t let up, making sure I was riding this out.

The moment I finally stilled, he gazed up at me from between my legs. “You have no idea how fucking hot that was.”

I shoved my hand through his hair, pulling the strands to lead him up my body until his lips were within range, and I kissed him, holding his face with both hands.

“Taste yourself,” he whispered.

I already was, needing his mouth, his lips, his kiss to resonate this feeling.

The seal made me feel even more connected to him even though our bodies had just been intertwined.

“I missed you,” I admitted when I finally pulled away.

His eyes narrowed, his hand running down my chest, between my breasts, moving around my side until he reached my lower back, and he held me against him.

There was a fight behind his pupils.

I saw it.

I felt it in his grip.

He just wasn’t ready to verbalize it.

And I wasn’t going to make him.

I kissed him once more and said softly, “Let’s go get some food.”

“I just ate.”

The grittiness in his voice was extremely erotic, but I still laughed. “I mean, real food.”

“I don’t think anything could taste better than you.”

I stared into his eyes, reading them. “Does that translate to room service? Or—”

“Room service.” He pounced on top of me, holding me against the mattress, keeping my hands behind my back as he kissed and tickled my neck.

“Mmm.” I pushed my head back, and he licked across my throat. “Are you ever going to let me out of this room?”

“If it was up to me, no.”

“What about the concert tonight?”

He kissed down to my breasts, staring up at me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, only releasing it to say, “I could keep you so occupied that you wouldn’t even remember you had tickets.” He pulled that hardened bud back into his mouth and nibbled on the end, goose bumps shooting across my body.

I didn’t doubt a thing he had said. Jenner had the ability to take me to a headspace where nothing mattered, except for him.

That thought was as terrifying as it was wonderful.

“You know, Monica would hunt us down, dragging us by our ears if she had to.”

He came up for air, his lips now hovering above mine. “I can oddly picture that.” He smiled, and it was so delicious. “Wait until you see the seats I scored for us.”

My brows rose. “They certainly can’t be better than The Weeknd seats you had.”

“They’re better.”

I held in my breath. “And you got a ticket for Monica too?”

His grin grew. “You know I wouldn’t leave her out.”

I wasn’t sure why I’d even asked; he certainly wasn’t the type to make Monica sit alone.

I just couldn’t help but be shocked at his generosity.

As my heart clutched, his gaze eating at me, I knew that, whatever this was, I didn’t deserve him.

I closed my eyes, holding the emotion in my chest. “Thank you. I mean it.” I linked my fingers with his and got up from the bed, standing by the edge. “Come with me.”

“You’re making me get dressed?”

“Just the opposite.” I found my lip and chewed it. “I want to see what you taste like in the shower.”