The Billionaire Next Door (Billionaire Bad Boys #2)(40)

He put one hand on her lower back and the other on her arm, alarmed to feel he was shaking. Anticipation had coiled him as tightly as possible without snapping him in two.

“Tag,” she whispered. “I’m ready.”

God. So was he.

He palmed her ass as she tipped her hips over his erection, and then started to slide down. There was no need to readjust, to have her assist. His cock slipped past her warm, wet folds and nudged her opening like she was outfitted with a damn homing device.

Between hectic exhalations and ragged inhalations, he worked his length inside her. Until she closed her eyes, dropped her head back on her neck, and held on to his shoulders for purchase.

He sank all the way in, losing the ability to keep his own eyes open after being wrapped in her heat. Short fingernails dug into his flesh with a slightly painful bite.

“Oh, wow. Tag. Wow.”

He pried his eyes open to find Rachel’s mouth dropped, her irises blown out, and her cheeks a welcoming, rosy hue.

“I can’t reach the floor,” she said.

He couldn’t keep his smile away as he verified. Sure enough, her toes barely touched the carpet.

“I have no leverage to help.” A tiny pout.

He gripped her hips firmly, lifted her off his lap, and plunged her slowly back down, watching her face contort into pleats of pleasure.

“You don’t have to help.” He lifted her again, grunting at the loss of her tightness before bringing her down again. “You just have to—ah, Jesus.” He lost his train of thought when she clamped tightly around him and as quickly let up.

“I’m sorry.”

“Do it again.”

“What did I—”

His hands gripped her body almost too tight as he endured another mind-melting squeeze. “That. God Almighty, Rachel. That right there.”

“You like that?”

He let out a raspy chuckle and moved her again, feeling sweat bead at his temple. “You hugging my cock with your warm, wet *? Yeah, honey. I like that a lot.”

“Your mouth…” When he thought she’d take him to task for talking dirty, she smothered him with another kiss designed to take him straight to heaven in way too short of a time.

He continued rocking her and she continued squeezing him and they continued panting between kisses. She pulled his hair and quickly apologized. He just as quickly told her to shut up and hang on, no apologies necessary. By the time he was slamming her down onto his lap for the hundredth time, they were both sweaty and his eardrums were filled with her screaming out another long orgasm.

This time when she pulsed around him, Tag followed. His release robbed him of his voice and the strength in his legs. He didn’t remember ever coming so hard, so thoroughly. He held on to her, arms wrapped around her back as his face rested against her breast.

When he snapped out of it, she was lovingly stroking his hair and he was regaining feeling in his tingling toes. When she spoke, the smile was evident in her voice.

“Thanks, Tarzan.”

It was a smile he returned.

*



“I’m a slut! I’m a dirty, filthy slut!” Rachel said as she and Bree lifted the chairs off the tables in the dining room and put them on all fours.

Bree stopped their opening routine and crossed the dining room to where Rachel was standing. Presently, there were two kitchen guys in the back doing prep, and Rachel had been sure she’d made her confession quietly enough so they didn’t overhear.

“Sit.” Bree pointed at a group of chairs. Rachel sat, Bree taking the one closest to her. “Talk. Leave no details out. I have to hear everything.”

“Tag and I…we…well.” Rachel lifted one shoulder and dropped it.

Bree gasped, slapping her hands to her mouth, a smile in her eyes. She dropped her hands. “Is he hung? Is he any good? Did you have a…you know.”

“You’re—you’re taking this really well.”

“I’m thrilled for you! After Shaun, I wasn’t sure you’d be brave enough to take on another man for a long time.”

“You’re making my point! I’m a slut! I have no relationship with Tag.”

“You’re friends.”

“He’s a billionaire playboy.”

“Which means he knows what he’s doing.” Bree narrowed her eyes and put a hand on Rachel’s shoulder. “Did you use protection?”

“Yes. He insisted.”

A quick lift of Bree’s eyebrows showed she was impressed. “Go on.”

“I don’t know how to do this.”

“Babe, sounds like you do. Did it end badly or something? Was it awkward after?”

“No. It was…nice.” A lame descriptor to describe what came after. Once she and Tag had spent themselves on the chair, he’d walked her to the shower and they soaped each other up and down. Rachel leaned closer to Bree and whispered, “He washed my hair.”

One hand over her heart, her friend’s expression melted. “So romantic.”

“He knows how to do it, too. Since he has a head full of very nice hair.”

“Great sex, no awkwardness after, and he washed your hair.” Bree grinned, clearly pleased. “Did you stay?”

“I didn’t,” Rachel answered with a headshake. “I had to get back to Adonis.”