My Grumpy Billionaire

On the other hand, I don’t want to lie to the Midnight God either. So after a moment, I say, “A breakup.”

“A trip to New Orleans seems a little disproportionate for a simple breakup.”

I let out a self-conscious laugh. “Yeah, well… It was a particularly long and ugly one. We were together for entirely too long. But I’m free now.” I smile and lift my arms in the air. “Yay me.”

He doesn’t have to pull down his mask for me to feel his scrutiny. It sends a frisson of electricity racing along my spine, leaving my body tingling.

I finish the rest of my drink to gather my thoughts. My heart is racing, excitement fizzing like champagne bubbles. I’ve never fallen into a bed with a guy I just met, but then, I’ve never met a guy who made me feel like this.

And right now, there’s no way I can leave without tasting his lips.

Seize the moment.

I lean over and kiss him. He stiffens for a second, but I don’t let that stop me. My mouth moves over his. There’s scotch and something else I’ve never tasted before. Something that sends fire blazing in my veins until I’m digging my fingers into his shoulders with naked greed.

He parts his lips, and his tongue slides into my mouth in one smooth stroke. Need thrums hard, beats through me, matching the erratic rhythm of my eager heart. Liquid heat has already slickened me, and I whimper over how aroused I am by a simple kiss. It’s like he’s created entirely out of aphrodisiac.

The world tilts as I fall back on the sofa with him leaning over me, caging me between his arms and body. Instead of feeling trapped, anticipation pulses through my system. I want to be dazzled…lost in him.

He moves carefully to avoid bumping my injury, adjusting my leg so it isn’t sticking out on the ottoman awkwardly, and claims my mouth in a carnal kiss that makes my head spin. Incandescent bliss starts in my belly and spirals through me until the tips of my fingers and toes tingle. I wrap my hands around his warm, strong neck and shoulders, like I’m scared he’s a dream that’s about to vanish.

Our mouths still fused, he puts one of his arms under my shoulders and the other under my butt. I have a vague sense of being lifted again and realize he’s carrying me into the bedroom.

Yes, please.

The light here is dimmer. As he lowers me, I slide down his hard, lean body and groan at the shivery, erotic friction.

“I want you,” I whisper, my mouth only a hairsbreadth away from his as I balance carefully, putting my weight on my left foot.

Our breaths mingle as he stares at me, his eyes dark and glittering behind the mask. “I want you too.” His voice is gravelly and low now, nothing like the controlled tone he was using earlier.

Knowing that I did that to him is hot. I wish I hadn’t hurt my ankle so I could squirm to ease the aching emptiness between my legs.

I shrug out of his jacket and let it drop on the floor. Half my dress falls from my torso, revealing my breast. I stand there, completely unashamed and honest in my need for him.

He reaches around my back for the zipper, then finds and lowers it. He pushes the ruined dress down, and I let it slip down my legs, leaving me in nothing but a tiny red thong.

He hisses, then pushes me back gently until I’m sitting on the soft, bouncy mattress. He hooks his fingers on the tiny waist string on my thong and pulls it down. Once I’m stripped of everything except my mask and heels, his warm, large hands on my knees keep me spread wantonly.

“You’re dripping,” he grates out.

“Looks like you might be, too.” I try to say it playfully, but it’s difficult to act carefree when you’re so turned on you feel like you’re going to die without him on you.

At least I’m not the only one going crazy with need. His erection’s pushing hard against his pants. I eye it with greed, but I don’t get to stare for long because he’s licking and nibbling on my neck, sending hot shivers along my spine. His palms cup my breasts. God, that feels so divine. I moan as the pads of his thumbs circle over my nipples. The pleasure is so intense, I can only think, Yes, yes, oh yes!

When his head starts to migrate downward, I swallow with anticipation at having his mouth close around my nipples. But instead, he presses hot kisses between them and moves lower until he’s kissing the soft flesh of my belly, like he can’t love me enough there. It’s surprising, because most guys I’ve been with avoided my belly, like it wasn’t the main attraction.

But not the Midnight God. He’s kissing me like every inch of me is worthy of his worship.

His breath fans over my folds, and I quiver, then twist around a little. I’m pretty comfortable with almost all types of sex, except oral. It’s hard for me to experience an orgasm from it, and when I don’t really feel much from the act, the performing guy tends to get offended—like it’s a personal criticism of his sexual prowess—and it ruins the rest of the evening.

I don’t want the rest of our evening ruined, and I don’t want to fake it, either. Not faking it—in every way—is a promise I made to myself when I decided to divorce Todd.

“Wait,” I say quickly, lifting my head from the bed to see the Midnight God better. He looks so hot with his face between my legs…

I continue to stare. “Wait what?” he finally says.

Oh, right.“You don’t have to go down on me.”