The Billionaire's Ball: BBW Billionaire Boss Erotic Romance (Vivian's Desire)

“Yes, please,” she rarely said please to him, but there was an odd air of sexy authority around him. She saw the corner of his mouth quirk upwards as he poured the wine into the glass. He replaced the cork and strode over to her.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked.

She nodded and made an attempt to reach towards the glass, but he pulled it away.

“No, no,” he chided. “You’re a bit tied up. Let me.” She felt her heartbeat quicken as he stood in front of her, her face right in front of his standing form. How easy it could be to reach out and grope him here, but she supposed she could wait.

He lifted the glass. “I like it when you say please, you know.”

She quirked one eyebrow upward and tilted her head to one side. “Am I supposed to be playing the naughty pet?”

His face transformed into an expression of smoldering desire that she wasn’t prepared for. She felt her heart jump into her throat. Her tongue ran over her lips.

“I could do that…for you,” she told him.

The silence passing between them was electric. His eyes ran over her, devouring her greedily. She was grateful for the plunging neckline of her dress, which she knew at this angle was giving him a world of a view.

If he wanted to play a game, she could play along. She stuck her bottom lip out just a bit and leaned forward towards him, her mouth just a foot away from his groin.

“Please, sir.”

He loved it. She could see it in his glittering eyes. He ran one finger up her neck to her chin and held it adoringly. She fluttered her eyes innocently. He leaned the glass toward her lips and she tilted her head back slowly as he began to slowly pour some of it into her mouth.

With a shift of her bottom lip, she purposefully let some wine spill over the side of the glass and down her neck to her breasts to leave a faint red line.

“Oops,” she whispered.

“I’ll get that for you, love,” he told her, draining the rest of the glass and quickly setting it on the table again. She leaned further onto the bed as he rested one knee in between her slightly splayed legs. His head dipped down and he ran his tongue, sucking lightly from her neck down into her cleavage. Her breasts begged to be touched, but he barely brushed them with fingers. Instead, he began to trace his way back agonizingly with only the lightest of kisses on her skin until he finally placed one gently on her lips. She let out a little moan.

“You made it sound like I couldn’t handle this,” she said.

“We haven’t even started.”

He was on her in an instant. She felt her thoughts, her bones, her soul melt away.

“I’m glad you decided not to punch

me in the face,” Ben told the Captain over brunch. “You know, this is Grade A face material.”

Robert rolled his eyes. “Did we invite him to our goodbye brunch? Vivian, you can’t bring pets to the table.”

She stifled a laugh behind her hand and tossed a head of curls. “I apologize, Captain. I just felt so bad leaving him in the room.”

“Speaking of which,” Alex chimed in beside them with a dark look towards his brother, “I just received the bill you cleared to decorate that suite at the last minute. Do you have any concept of money, Ben?”

“I love it. That’s a concept,” Ben replied smoothly and adjusted the tie around his neck. She stared at the handsome lines of his jaw. He caught her eye and she turned away with pink cheeks.

“You two should just have had breakfast in bed,” Alex muttered with a little groan.

“I don’t eat where I make love, brother.”

“Too much information, Ben!”

“They really haven’t changed at all,” Robert informed her in a hushed whisper as they watched the two brothers bicker across from them. “Just like in school. Well, they’re a bit uglier now, I suppose.”

Ben caught wind of the last bit. “Uglier? I improve with age. I’m a fine wine.”

“You’re country moonshine at best,” Alex said sharply and elbowed him with a boyish grin.