Billion Dollar Bad Boy (Big City Billionaires)(42)

We were grinding together, the music only partially creating our tempo; we had a beat all our own. He hovered above me, his hands touching me all over like he had a million fingers. Tracing down the small of my back, he crossed over my hip—my thigh.

Silver froze, his eyes glinting in the blue club lights. Bending in, he spoke into my ear. “Are you wearing some of the lingerie?”

Pushing off my heels, I kissed the corner of his jaw. “Why don't you find out?”

His mouth twitched, his expression shifting. He was asking me a question with his silence. Are you sure? Silver was checking in to see if I was willing to play here.

When we'd first met, I'd been terrified of the concept. I'd seen the people having sex in public and I'd backed down instantly. I'd been so scared.

Now, I wasn't.

His hips thrust, pinning me to the wall. I felt eyes on us instantly, even if I was too busy kissing him to see. The world was a tornado of colors and sound, but it all centered here—right here—with this man.

Coiling his fist in my hair, he wrenched my head back. Teeth found my throat, my ear... and then they vanished. Panting, I gazed up at him with impatience. He held me steady, not letting me do much more than wriggle. Silver was so damn good at teasing me. “Please,” I hissed, willing him to go further with just my eyes.

And then I felt the shift in his mood.

Silver was breathing heavy, his teeth close to snarling. To anyone else, he was a creature on the verge of leaping forward to consume anything in his path. He'd stopped himself, but not because he was trying to drive me wild.

“What's wrong?” I asked, blinking up at him.

There was turmoil in his roiling stare. If I looked long enough, I thought I'd understand him better—who he was, what motivated him, everything.

Silver cupped my cheeks, then he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the wall. “Not here,” he said over the din of music. “I—not here. I can't here, not anymore.”

Not anymore?

“Wait!” I said, pulling on him to slow his retreat. “I don't understand! Did I do something wrong? I'm okay with it! Really! I wasn't before, but now I—”

“I'm not okay with it!” He growled, whirling on me. Fuck, he looked so confused and angry. I must have flinched, because he pulled up short, clutching for my hands. “It's not you,” he said, strain in his voice. “It's—I just can't. For some f*cking reason I can't handle the idea of anyone else... anyone ever seeing you like that. Just me.” His eyes went hot. “Only me.”

Heat pushed at the back of my throat. It kept going, I quickly rubbed at my face to stop the overwhelming tears. “Idiot,” I said, my smile cracking. “You're going to make me cry over not f*cking me in a sex club. How can you do that to me, huh?”

He pulled me to his side and kissed my temple. The sweetness went out of him, his hard fingertips searching between my thighs. “Let's get out of here before I change my mind. I need you right now.”

Shivering, I let him guide me through the crowd. “Waiting till we get back to your place will be hard.”

“My place?” He chuckled, glancing at me. His hand squeezed. “We're not going that far.”

“Then where...?” We stumbled past the security guard. The alley air was cool, welcome on my searing skin. I knew what he was planning, just seconds before he ripped his car door open and shoved me inside the backseat. My ass slipped on the smooth leather.

The door slammed behind him. “Let me eat your *,” he growled. “I need to taste you. I've never been so f*cking hard, Pet. I'm going to bury my face between your thighs until one of us passes out.”

My eyes fluttered, pleasure weakening my muscles. It was easy for him to spread my legs, driving me further into the seat. Then he hiked my dress up, freezing at the sight of my soaked panties. When he bent close, tugging them off with his teeth, I realized he might be serious about promising to eat me out until one of us was unconscious.

“Hold on,” I said, pawing at his hair. “I want to go back to your place.”

“No. I can't hold off that long.”

“You don't have to.” Sitting up, I climbed into the passenger seat. He gave me a curious look, so I leaned over to the driver's side and made a lewd motion.

Laughing, he hooked his arm over the back of the seat. “Road head?”

Flushing, my eyes sparkled with my excitement. “Is that the name? I've never done it.”

“You've given blow jobs, though?”

“I—yeah.”

“Do you promise not to bite?”

I blinked in horror. “I'd never!”

Smirking, he tugged me towards him by my hair. “Good girl. Then move over.”

I scooted out of the way so he could climb into the driver's seat. When he looked at me expectantly, I inched forward into his lap, my hands on his thighs. The sensation of his palm on my scalp tweaked my senses into overdrive.

He turned the key, and I yanked down his jeans.

Silver rocked in his seat, growling and vibrating with need. Gripping the base of his cock, I suckled the tip carefully.

It was a wonder we made it back to his place in one piece.





- Chapter Seventeen -