Crazy for Loving You: A Bluewater Billionaires Romantic Comedy(81)

So I lick again, sliding my lips around his head while I use both fists to grip his length.

And that’s definitely West making those rumbling noises.

I suck on his tip, and he fists my hair in his hands, grunting and swearing while I tease his head, then take him all the way to the back of my throat.

He’s big. And thick. And so hard.

And I’m getting hotter in the pussy with how good he tastes.

“Daisy,” he rasps.

I hum against his dick, and he swears again.

And suddenly I’m being lifted off him. He rolls, and I’m trapped beneath him.

“I wasn’t done,” I tell him.

“I almost was.”

“And the problem with that is…?”

He ducks his head into my shoulder, hiding another of those smiles. “I want to be good for you. And it’s…been a while.”

“If you think this is the only time I’m getting you naked in the next forever, you are sadly mistaken.”

His eyes meet mine again, and there it is again.

That whisper.

That promise.

This one’s different.

“Are we going to fight for who’s on top?” I ask. “Because you should know I will always win.”

He presses a kiss to my neck and slides a hand over my breast, then down to dip into my waistband. “Do you?”

His fingers find my pussy again, and my tongue forgets how to make words.

“Condom?” he asks.

I point to the statue of a dog beside the fireplace.

I think.

He’s finger-fucking me again, and I can’t be held responsible for where I point when my eyes are crossed and all the blood is flowing to my clit.

He nips at my ear, and suddenly I’m coming all over his fingers, my body clenching tight while his brows go up and his eyes go dark as midnight.

“Christ, Daisy, you’re—”

“Oh my god, I’m coming!” I yelp.

And I can’t stop myself, because he’s pressing right there, that magic spot inside my pussy that’s making me spasm harder and higher than I’ve ever gone.

It’s blinding hot and I can’t feel my toes, but I know they’re curling while I pull my knees to my chest and let it all wash over me with West coaxing me until I’m boneless.

And that’s how I feel about him.

Boneless. Unable to resist him.

And completely fulfilled yet still wanting more.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of him.

But I’ll be perfectly content to spend the next forever trying.





Thirty-Three





West



There’s nothing more gorgeous than watching a woman transform during an orgasm, but Daisy—she’s more.

She throws herself into everything completely.

Even now, in the midst of a post-climax glow, she’s reaching for that weird dog statue.

“Because you’re so very talented with your fingers,” she declares as she slides the dog to one side and pulls a strip of condoms from behind it, “you get to choose. Blow job? Or your very impressive cock in my pussy?”

Either way, I don’t see myself lasting long.

Not with that mouth.

A cry suddenly accompanies a roll of thunder, and the lights flicker.

Daisy freezes.

I freeze.

And Remy wails again.

“Oh, no, he didn’t,” she whispers.

I sigh and drop my forehead to her shoulder. “I’ll get him.”

“No, you won’t. We’re both going to hold our breath for five minutes, and if that doesn’t work, then I’ll get him.”

Nooooooo, my balls wail.

“You can’t hold your breath for five minutes,” I tell her.

“Don’t test me.”

I’m smiling as I push up. “Five minutes, and I’ll have him back to sleep.”

Two hours later, though, Remy is still up, happily cooing away.

“Go to sleep,” I whisper to him.

He grins and squeals at me.

Like he knows he’s being a little cockblocker.

Daisy’s passed out on her bed, because my bedtime story for Remy an hour ago worked on her.

We’re never, ever, ever getting nooky again, my balls sigh.

They might be right.

Considering we spend the rest of the night awake, by the time morning rolls around, I can’t even think of getting it up without groaning at the energy it would require for my body to function.

The storm’s slowly abating about dawn, and Remy’s finally fallen asleep when Daisy stirs on the bed. She’s still topless, lying sideways with her soft pants on, and she blinks twice before her sleepy gaze lands on me.

And that little smile turning up the corners of her lips—it melts me.

Completely.

And utterly.

I’m done.

Gone in a way I’ve never felt.

“Ohmygod, why did you let me fall asleep?” She leaps off the bed without a hint of self-consciousness.

I put a finger to my lips, then point at Remy, who needs to be moved, but fuck, if I move him, I swear he’ll wake up.

“West.” She shakes her head, then wraps an arm around my ears and pulls my head to her bare breast. “You crazy man. You should’ve woken me up.”