The Billionaire's Proposal

Truth be told, I’d always rather prided myself on this particular skillset. It was the kind of thing you honed over time, but thanks to my relentless employer, I hadn’t had the opportunity to use it in quite some time.

No matter. Judging by Nick’s reaction, I was still at the top of my game.

The faster I moved, the louder the moans. When I started teasing him with little flicks of my tongue, his fingers wound into my hair. And when I raked my teeth playfully down his skin, I thought he was going to fall apart right there.

“Shit, Abby,” he moaned, bringing his hands up over his face.

And that...is when I suddenly pulled away.

His eyes shot open, and he gazed down at me in breathless disorientation.

“What’s wrong?” he panted, trying to catch his breath.

I didn’t answer. I just shrugged a coy shoulder.

My hand was still wrapped around him, and his breath caught in his chest as I gave him a sudden squeeze. He reached for me, but I leaned back another inch, hovering just out of reach.

“Abby...what are you...?”

I shrugged again. This time with a sly smile.

He stared at my naked body for another agonizing second. Then his eyes widened in sudden understanding. His shoulders shook with breathless laughter, as he bowed his head with a grin.

“Abby...please?”

My eyes widened innocently, and I shook my head like I didn’t understand.

“Seriously?” He chuckled again, and shook his head. “This is a cruel little game.”

I shrugged—content to wait. But Nick had clearly had enough of waiting. And he clearly had not had enough of me.

“Please,” he said again, softer this time.

His eyes locked onto mine, burning with intensity. An intensity that simmered over as I stroked my hands lightly down my naked skin.

“This?” I asked innocently. “This is what you want?”

His teeth sank into his lip again. I was surprised they didn’t bite through.

“Yes...that’s what I want.”

My eyes glowed with triumph, but I kept it off my face. Instead, I held my hand to my ear with a frown, and he finally threw back his head with a burst of sparkling laughter.

“PLEASE—damnit! I said PLEASE!”

I nodded sagely.

“And let that be a lesson to you.”

Before he could reply, or more likely—strangle me with his bare hands—I grabbed him once more. Moving even faster this time. Sucking even harder.

...rewarding the please.

The two of us were already so riled up, it only took another minute for him to be ready.

“Abby,” he gasped, “get up here.”

Instead of doing as he wished, I moved even faster—feeling each one of the muscles in his stomach go simultaneously taut. His eyes snapped shut with a breathless moan.