A Billionaire for Christmas

“Well, for starters,” she said, “you’re out there. But I want you in here.”Chapter ThreeI use a washcloth to rub a bigger clear spot on the steamy glass, then I watch as Damien peels off his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him wonderfully, gloriously naked.

A former professional athlete, he still stays in incredible shape, and I bite my lower lip as my own body reacts in response to this view. His hard, muscular thighs. Those perfect abs. His upper arms, lean and strong.

A thin strip of hair runs down his abdomen, guiding the way to his cock, already hard. Not surprising, I suppose. I’m already wet, after all. And not just from the shower.

He meets my eyes, and the heat in his slow, almost lazy grin, shoots through me. I press my fingers to my breastbone, then slowly slide my hand down, watching his face as I go lower and lower until my body trembles as I brush my fingertip over my clit before easing my hand lower, only to stop when he softly but firmly says, “No.”

I stop, but keep my hand where it is. “No, Mr. Stark?”

He crosses to the shower door in two long strides, then pulls it open and joins me in the steamy compartment. “No,” he repeats, placing his hand on mine, and then guides both our fingers down until I’m stroking my pussy with him, and he’s thrusting two each of our fingers inside me.

I gasp, overwhelmed by this new sensation.

“No,” he continues, as if my fingers weren’t already deep inside me. As if he hadn’t put them there. “Not without me. Not today. Today, you do what I say.” He steps closer, his erection pressing into my belly. I close my eyes, need crashing over me, making me weak.

Just a few minutes ago, he was gorgeous and sexy in sparkle-covered jeans. Now he has me naked and wet, giving me orders that I know better than to disobey. And damned if I don’t adore both sides—all sides—of this man.

“Lift your arms,” he orders. “And hold on to the pipe.”

In addition to the two rainfall-style heads that extend from the ceiling, the shower has six jets that spray from two adjacent walls as well as one hand-held showerhead.

I follow his instructions and turn my back to three of the jets, then lift my arms to hold tight to the topmost pipe.

“Very nice,” he says, dousing a bath sponge in shower gel and slowly sudsing me up so that I sigh and melt a little under his ministrations.

His touch is gentle, almost sweet, and I let my head fall as I sigh with pleasure. A moment later, he pulls the sponge away, then steps back. I open my eyes, confused, but he only smiles as he takes the handheld shower head, sets it to a light spray, and slowly rinses me off.

He starts with my shoulders then works his way down, the water sluicing over me in a familiar fashion that, under the circumstances, seems entirely erotic. He spends extra time on my breasts, and I feel my nipples tighten, a hot wire of desire running from my breast to my sex, and as his right hand continues to move the nozzle lower and lower, his other hand fingers my breast, teasing my nipple with increasing intensity as a wild heat curls inside me.

“Damien,” I murmur as he nudges my legs apart, then aims the handheld spray at my center. I wriggle my hips, wanting the spray to hit me just so, but he puts a firm hand on my waist, keeping me still.

“I want to touch you,” I whisper. “Please, can I take my hands down?”

“No,” he whispers, then looks up to meet my eyes. “Not yet.”

I make a noise in protest, then swallow it as he adjusts the nozzle, increasing the spray so that it now pulsates against my clit. I arch back, trying to move, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. But Damien holds me in place, and my whole body shakes as the precursor of a massive orgasm rocks me.

“Damien,” I say. “Please.” But damned if I know what I’m asking for. I’ve gone to that place of sensation and longing, and it’s Damien who’s led me there. And Damien who will lead me back again.

Still, he doesn’t relent. But he does bend forward long enough to press his lips to my ear and whisper. “Not yet, baby. I want more.”

“Then let me touch you.”

He shakes his head. “More of you, Nikki. I want to see the way your skin changes as you get aroused. The way your lips part when you want me. I want to run my tongue over your nipples, so tight with need. And most of all, I want to feel your cunt tighten around me when I take you all the way over the edge.”