An Accidental Date with a Billionaire

His name on her lips, all breathless and wanting, fucking killed him. His body shook for a second, and for the first time he almost lost hold of the control he took such pride in. Slowly, torturously, he nipped the skin above her rosy pink nipple and lowered his mouth over the hard bud, scraping his teeth against it as he sucked it into his mouth. She cried out, squeezing him with her legs, and he stiffened as she tried to close her thighs around him.

Firmly, he gripped her legs and kept them where they belonged. As he released her nipple, he slid to the other side, leaving love bites along the way as he placed his hand between her legs.

Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers moved in hard, fast circles over her core, lowering his body over hers as he went. A kiss here. A nip there. A scrape of the teeth above her belly button. Every sound that escaped her urged him on because she kept getting louder with each one. “Taylor,” she moaned, burying her fingers in his hair and tugging him south.

Obligingly, he slid lower, her soft skin against his more intoxicating than anything he’d ever encountered. He lowered them down her legs and licked the spot to ease any pain he might have caused. She bit her lip as he scraped his teeth over her, moaning in pleasure. Her reactions called to him in ways he didn’t fully understand and didn’t really want to. Every sigh, every silent bite of her lip or tongue, only made him need more.

Kneeling between her thighs, he took a second to enjoy her feminine hips, large breasts, swollen lips, rosy cheeks, and hard nipples. The rosy lips between her thighs were wet and waiting for him. Needing to touch, taste, feel every inch of her, he thrust his tongue inside her folds.

“Taylor,” she cried, pumping her hips up desperately.

Her body strained toward his, and his cock throbbed with a demand he could no longer deny. The tingling skin, the pulled nerves, the aching need in the bottom of his stomach…

There was nothing else like it.

Her body tightened around him, and she cried out as she came. He slid his hands under her ass and pressed his face even closer to her, lashing his tongue against her sensitive core.

She let out a strangled scream as she came again, her whole body going limp in his arms. This time he let her drop down to the mattress, her body replete. He grabbed a condom and rolled it into place. It took a couple of tries, since his damn hand was trembling too much.

Pull yourself together, man.

Gritting his teeth, he positioned himself in between her legs, her smooth, endless skin touching his in all the right places. Claiming her mouth as his, he buried himself inside her in one hard, smooth thrust. She cried out into his mouth, closing her legs around his hips as her body tightened around his cock, convulsing, squeezing as she orgasmed again.

He moved inside her slowly, for once in his life not counting the measure of his strokes or the breaths she held. He lost himself in the touch of Sam, her body closing around his, and he just…just…

Groaning, he closed his eyes, her hands roaming as he moved inside her, something happening to him he didn’t fully understand and didn’t really care to. All that mattered was this, Sam, and him…together like they’d been meant to be. When she came again, her body trembling, he pressed his thumb against her and deepened his strokes, his mouth never leaving hers as he led her up that mountain one more time…then held her as she dropped.

Her walls squeezed his hard cock, and he called out her name as blinding pleasure hit him so hard he literally collapsed on top of her, unable to see or move or breathe or think. He lay there with her naked body under his, his hold on her tight as he tried to catch his breath. With Sam, every stroke, every kiss, no matter how well planned out it might be, had been…different. Special.

Whatever the hell that meant.

Needing some space to think, he pushed off her abruptly and walked away, not looking over his shoulder as he kicked the bathroom door shut with the heel of his bare foot. Alone, he stared at himself in the mirror, dragging his hands down his face until they fell at his sides. Why had she hit him so hard, so fast? He’d lost control out there.

It couldn’t happen again.

Chapter Eleven

“You can read that menu a million times, but Thai food won’t magically appear for you,” Sam said, grinning because he was so clearly off put by the fact that they’d broken from his routine, even though he’d been the one to suggest they go out to eat in the first place and insisted she pick the place. It wasn’t until they’d arrived that she found out Wednesday nights were his Thai nights.

He set the menu down with a dramatic sigh for the third time. It was endearing, how set in his routines he was. Almost as endearing as his commitment to making her scream his name every night she’d been in his place—which had been three nights now.

> Best three nights ever.

It was outrageous that she was basically living at his place, but what was even more shocking was the fact that she didn’t want to leave yet. And he didn’t seem inclined to kick her out, either.

She suspected he hadn’t expected it to take this long, and to be honest, neither had she. She still wanted him, and, if anything, that desire had only strengthened with time. It was all his fault for being so frigging good in bed.

When would it go away?

Even while he was blowing her mind, he had his routines, and he stuck to them. He had probably never fully given himself over to someone else in bed. He liked being in full control too much for that. Despite her assurance that she wasn’t the type of girl who would mess with his routines in the short time she would be in his life, this was one she really wanted to try to challenge. Once…just once…

She’d like to be in charge of that work of art he called a body. If given the chance, she’d climb on top of him, tie his wrists with satin, and have her way with him however and wherever she’d like. But he’d never allow it.

It wasn’t his style.

Which was ironic, because giving herself over to a man wasn’t her style, yet here she was, submitting to his every whim, unable to get enough of him. She never should’ve let him in, because some small part inside her was terrified she’d never completely get him out.

“I told you, I’m fine breaking from my usual routine,” he muttered, tugging on his tie impatiently. He scanned the restaurant for the waiter, his jaw tense. “Are you ready to order?”