The Billionaire Book Club

Good God. She’s wet and soft, and I need to be inside her.

I need to hear her greedy-as-fuck sounds again.

I need to see the way her eyes change when she comes.

“Again?” she asks on a moan and grinds herself against me.

“Again,” I whisper, and I make quick work of pulling a condom from my nightstand.

She grabs it from my hands and tears the thing open with her fucking teeth.

I watch in rapt attention as she leans back just enough to grip me in her hand and slide the condom on.

And my ability to look anywhere but at her gets multiplied by zero and cut in half as she lowers herself onto me.

My cock slips inside her, and it feels so fucking perfect my eyes roll into the back of my head.

Her gaze turns heated, and her blond hair falls over her shoulders as she starts up a rhythm on my cock. Up and down, up and down, she rides me, and I swear to God, it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

And, fuck, it feels good. Too good.

The kind of good that makes me wonder how many times I’ll have to fuck her in order to get enough.

I grip her hips and guide her rhythm.

We start out slow, easy, until the need becomes too much and we can’t do anything but race toward our climax.

“More,” she whimpers. “More.”

“Greedy fucking minx,” I whisper and flip her onto her back, pushing my cock in deep.

Ruby moans, and she digs her nails into the skin of my back as she wraps her legs around my waist and urges me further.

“More,” she says again, but this time, it’s not laced between whimpers. No. This time, it’s a fucking demand.

Greedy. Bossy. Fucking beautiful.

Christ almighty, I don’t know if just one more time with Ruby will ever be enough.

My eyes feel heavy as I pull them open to the soft light of dawn.

The lake sparkles outside the window, and a red leaf twirls and flips as it falls from its previous home on a branch down to the ground.

I stretch out an arm to the side and roll to my back, but when I get halfway there, my body runs into something warm.

I scoot over to ease my way, flip over slowly, and come face-to-face with a mess of blond hair, blue eyes, and the smoothest skin.

Ruby.

The past few hours have been more than I ever could have imagined, more than I could’ve dreamed.

I was inside her. Last night. Several times.

A small smile touches my lips and I reach out to touch her face, but when I get close, I stop. She’s so serene, so…perfect.

Time slows down, and my heart pauses with a piercing spear of unexpected pain.

What the hell am I thinking?

No woman is perfect. It’s an impossibility, a ruse.

Are you sure about that? Because Ruby sure seemed damn perfect last night…

Jesus Christ. My heart starts to pound inside my chest, and I am officially over-fucking-whelmed by the strange feelings, the insane emotions racing through my veins.

I run a hand through my hair, and when that does nothing to calm my ass down and my lungs feel tighter than a damn vice, I do the only thing I can do. I try to find some fucking air.

Backing out of bed slowly, I make a quick escape to the bathroom without waking up Ruby.

The door shut behind me, I try like hell to take deep breaths and slow my erratic pulse.

But my skin feels clammy, and my throat is tight. And, apparently, my lungs still don’t know how to fucking breathe, so I splash some water on my face. It’s cool, but the sensation isn’t nearly enough.

What in the hell is happening? Am I having a panic attack?

A fucking heart attack?

I run my wet hands through my hair and then shut off the faucet before looking around manically.

The shower.

Yes. I just need to take a shower.

I bound across the marble tile to the other side of the bathroom and whip open the glass door to crank the knob.

I’m already naked, a side effect of last night’s activities, so I step right in without waiting for the temperature to warm.

It feels like knives on my bed-warmed skin, but a good stabbing seems like what I need right now.

My head is all muddy, and my thoughts aren’t my own. I’ve been hijacked by my friends’ sappy ideals, and I need to find a way to reboot.

A way to forget…

I’m not a one-woman kind of guy. No matter the woman. It’s just not in the cards for me.

Then why does it feel like it could be with Ruby?

Gah. No.

I shake my head and drown my face in the frigid spray.

What I feel right now is a temporary illusion created by months of chasing and the power of suggestion by my fucking friends. This isn’t real. This isn’t right.