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Billionaire's Baby Contract (Hawthorne Brothers 1)

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What is he doing? Is he trying to drive me crazy with his mouth?

He moves it to my neck, right above the collar of my robe. He plants a kiss right above my pulse and it starts to race. I wonder if he can feel it.

Does he have any idea what he’s doing to me?

He drags his lips along the neckline of my robe. When they press against my cleavage, I go still. I’m not wearing a bra, so all Ethan has to do is tug on my robe a little and he can see my bare breasts. He can slip his hands in and touch them. And a part of me wants him to. My breasts are already swelling in anticipation. My nipples strain against cotton.

But Ethan doesn’t touch them, nor does he take a peek at them. Instead, he kneels in front of me. My eyebrows arch.

Has he lost his mind? Is he drunk?

I grab his arm. “What are you doing?”

“Kissing you,” he answers before lifting the hem of my robe to press his lips against my knee.

There?

Ethan continues, the trail of kisses going up my thigh as he disappears beneath my robe. Wherever his lips touch, my skin burns. With each kiss, my excitement rises a notch. And my concern.

Where will this trail end?

When his mouth reaches the edge of my panties, I place my hand on his shoulder, intent on pushing him away. Instead, I end up clutching it as he kisses the damp silk. I gasp as I feel his lips rubbing against my vertical pair.

Ethan’s kissing me… there? That’s something I’ve never imagined before.

He does it again and the tingling between my legs returns, stronger than before. He uses his tongue, the tip pressing against my nub, and my knees grow weak. I grip his other shoulder and lean on him to keep myself from falling. My nails dig into cotton.

Over and over, Ethan licks me through the silk. My skin burns. My panties grow wetter and wetter. Any more and they might just dissolve.

Suddenly, he stops. A sigh leaves my lips. Relief? Disappointment? I can’t tell, but before I can figure it out, Ethan slips his thumbs beneath the garter of my panties and starts to pull them down.

What?

I pat his shoulder. “Ethan.”

His head emerges from my robe and he looks up. I gaze into his narrowed eyes.

“You said my name,” he says.

My jaw drops. Shit. I did. I used his first name. The realization comes with a tinge of worry. Did I make him mad?

“I’m s – ”

My intended apology evaporates from my lips as his curve into a grin. Desire gleams like embers in his coal black eyes.

He disappears under my robe again and picks up where he left off. My underwear slides to my knees.

The thought that his face is right in front of my most private part, that he’s probably staring right at it, sets my cheeks on fire. Embarrassment prickles my chest.

Isn’t this a little too much of a kiss?

Ethan’s lips press against me. I hold my breath. Then I feel the tip of his tongue on my heated skin. I gasp.

He’s… licking me?

Now I’m even more embarrassed. And not just that. I feel exposed. Vulnerable.

“Not there,” I tell Ethan as I push him away halfheartedly.

He meets my gaze. “Why not?”

“It… doesn’t feel right,” I answer.

I know I took a shower just minutes ago and I don’t have any diseases, but it still feels… dirty. It feels like something I shouldn’t be asking any man to do, much less this man.

Ethan’s eyebrows furrow. “You mean it doesn’t feel good?”

Did it? I was too nervous to notice.

“It’s not that. It just feels…” I pause as I struggle to find the right word, or at least a better word than what I’m thinking.

“Dirty?” Ethan plucks it out of my mind.

I look at him in surprise. How did he know?

He grins in amusement and I feel even more confused. Is he making fun of me?

Then he takes my hand. After he kisses my palm reverently, he looks into my eyes, his gaze tender.

“Don’t worry,” he tells me. “It’s perfectly alright. Trust me.”

I don’t answer. I can’t. My mind is still a mess, torn between wanting and trying to do what’s right, even though I can’t figure out what that is. Is this really alright?

Before I can convince myself, Ethan continues. I feel his tongue on me once more and my knees tremble. I suppose it does feel good. And it gets even better when he spreads me with his fingers and his tongue enters me, so good my breath catches and I shudder. A strange sound leaves my lips. It takes me by surprise.

Was that… me?

I know I’ve moaned before while touching myself. I’ve probably whimpered, too. But what was that just now? A… squeak?



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