Redemption of a Ruthless Billionaire

Nik’s breathing was already coming in snags as he watched her explore him with her fingertips. Her touch was so light, the expression on her face transfixed.

‘Is this okay?’

She foraged under those loose buttons, meeting his eyes. ‘Yeah, that’s okay,’ he said, swallowing as she slowly slid her hand over the length of him.

Nik sucked in a breath and went still, eyes lambent, the breath hissing between his teeth as she explored him with her hand.

When she was sure he definitely hadn’t had enough she smiled and removed her hand and then slowly, enticingly began to move that same hand over the button fly of his jeans, opening it up.

‘Are you trying to kill me, dushka?’ he half joked, his voice hoarsened with the effort.

‘That would defeat our purpose, don’t you think?’ Somehow that combination of her shy smile and her knowing eyes as she tugged his jeans down over his lean hips, taking his boxers with them, had the same effect as her hand on his erection.

She came over him, measuring him with her eyes, and lowered her head, her hair sliding forward to curtain her face as she licked him from base to tip.

Nik hissed and gripped the coverlet, fisting it as he fought not to disgrace himself. He was on a hair trigger; just watching her was enough to set him off.

She’d been so shy.

He really hadn’t expected this…this sex goddess.

He tried to control the building reaction to her lapping, swirling pink tongue, the graze of her plump lips, and as she slid him into her mouth he knew he wasn’t going to make it if she went any further and he gently disengaged her and deftly rolled her back onto the bed.

She lay there, smiling up at him as if she’d accomplished something she was proud of, as she should be, her eyes glistening, her mouth wet, her breaths coming even shorter as he slid one finger into the vee of her soft cotton top, where it dipped into the valley between her breasts.

He went to strip her shirt off but she clamped her hands over his.

‘The light,’ she said, blinking anxiously at him as if he might say no.

He looked up at the overhead, a vintage frilled thing that was currently lighting things up to his satisfaction.

‘It’s in my eyes,’ she said, looking suddenly oddly flustered. ‘Can we have it off?’

Only an idiot would argue with her at this point. He bounded from the bed to turn the main light off. Sybella had reached across and switched on the lamp. The room was suddenly in shadows but Sybella was bathed in a diffused caramel glow.

She looked positively feline and possibly the most sensual creature he had ever laid eyes on.

‘Anything else you want doing?’ he asked, coming down beside her on the bed.

He ran his hands over her hips and behind to the curve of her generous bottom still clad in satin something and into her eyes crept a touch of tension. He snuffed it out by kissing her hungrily, devouring the soft, sweet mouth he’d been dreaming about for the last twenty-four hours.

He pushed her cotton top up over her breasts, lifting her arms and arching over her as he slid the cotton free. She was wearing a simple bra embroidered with pink forget-me-nots and with her flaxen hair tumbling over her shoulders she looked like every fantasy he’d ever had.

‘Bogu, you’re beautiful,’ he said, sliding one strap off her shoulder.

‘Am I?’

‘Gorgeous.’ He tried to imbue the assertion with some of the reverence he really did feel, but it wasn’t easy when all he wanted to do was fall on her like a sex-starved teenager who’d never been this close to a naked woman’s body in his life.

‘You’re a bona fide sex goddess,’ he asserted and she responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and coming up to meet him.

As their mouths fused he was no longer able to keep up this song of seduction and skill; he was just a man a little clumsy with lust.

He slid his mouth down her throat, licking over her cleavage, feeling her shiver against him in anticipation. He reached under her and released the catch of her bra and then slowly, with an intensity of purpose because frankly her breasts deserved worshipping, he peeled her pretty cups away.

He took his time to look his fill, feeling her eyes on him, her rapid, short breaths telling him she found this thrilling too. He took one taut pink nipple between his lips and licked. She gasped and bucked under him. He moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking and moulding her, listening to her sighs and the little noises she made.