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The Billionaire Takes a Bride

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She giggled despite the frantic thoughts in her mind. God, he was so incredible, always making her laugh and trying to make her comfortable despite herself. “All right. Mind if I start?”


“Please do.” He shifted on the bed, and she watched as he kicked his loafers off. Her gaze moved down his body, and she saw that his pants had tented in the front, a sure sign that he was aroused by her game. That was encouraging. She was doing something right, at least.


Chelsea climbed onto the bed and sat on her knees next to him, considering. “Where should I start first?”


“Wherever and however you want.” His voice was hoarse, and the way he was gazing up at her with those green eyes . . . it made her feel better. More in control. More powerful. Maybe Gretchen was right about this. Maybe what she needed was control.


She leaned over him and began to unbutton his shirt, proud that her fingers weren’t trembling. Much.


“I know this is a cliché, but god, you’re beautiful,” Sebastian said in a reverent voice. “You have incredible breasts and even better legs. And your ass is sublime.”


“You’re just saying that so I’ll get into bed with you,” she teased, quickly moving down his shirt and undoing buttons. She pushed the fabric open and he was wearing an undershirt beneath it, so she tugged it up from his belt and exposed his midriff.


She knew he enjoyed working out and rock climbing. He’d gone on a few rock-climbing meet-ups with Hunter Buchanan since they’d started living together . . . gotten married . . . whatever. He kept in shape, and as an athletic person herself, she appreciated that. His stomach was lean, the outline of muscles underneath his dusky skin. Gosh, he was pretty to look at. Warm, too. She trailed her fingers down his abdomen.


Sebastian groaned, his eyes closing and his head tilting back. “Your touch feels amazing, Chelsea. Whatever you want to do, I’m game. Touch me however you want.”


As he flexed in the cuffs, she admired him a bit more. The urge to put her cheek down on his chest and just cuddle instead was a tempting one, but she needed to get past these hang-ups.


Or else his mother would have been right after all—she wasn’t good enough for him. And for some reason, the thought of that hurt her.


If she wasn’t so messed up, she’d be falling for him. Hard.


“You okay?” he asked.


She looked over and saw his handsome face was full of concern. “Yeah, I’m good.”


“You look worried.”


Chelsea licked her lips. “It’s just been a while, you know?”


He tugged at the handcuffs. “Then let me up. We don’t have to do this.”


“No, I want to try,” she told him, and her hands went to his belt.


“Chelsea—”


She picked up a pillow and covered his face, then giggled because he jerked at the chains again. “I’m calling the shots here. All right?”


“Can you take the pillow away at least?” he said, voice muffled under it.


“All right, but behave.”


“I will,” he said, and she pushed the pillow aside, revealing his sultry green eyes again. His gaze went to her breasts and he licked his lips. “This way I get to look at you. And fuck, I am really enjoying looking.”


“Even if you can’t touch?”


“Even then. I could stare at your beautiful body all day and all night.”


Chelsea preened a little under that, running her hands over her breasts and down her stomach. He groaned, his eyes turning to hooded slits of green. Oh, she rather liked that. She liked being in charge. This was getting to be fun. So she cupped her breasts and slid her thumbs over her nipples, enjoying his newest groan of need.


But now she wanted to play with him. Now she was starting to come alive. So she leaned in and pressed her mouth against his hot, bronzed skin. Her lips grazed over a rib and he groaned once more, his hips straining upward. Let him strain all he wanted—she was in charge. Chelsea continued to kiss and nibble at his exposed skin, pushing fabric aside so she could tease and toy with the parts of him that she wanted to. His pectorals were lightly sprinkled with dark chest hair, and she dragged her fingers through the crinkles of hair before leaning in to kiss a nipple.


He jerked against the chains. “Ah, fuck. That almost made me come in my pants.”


“Almost?” she teased, feeling a quiver of excitement inside her. “I must be doing it wrong, then. I should practice.” And she leaned in and licked his nipple again, swirling her tongue around the flat before nipping the tip.



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