Bought by the Billionbear(8)

“Oh, it’s so hard…” Raina gave Owen a squeeze. “…to choose.”

There was no way he could top that, and he didn’t want to try. What he wanted was to throw his mate over her shoulder and carry her to some private place where they could have wild sex all night.

He fumbled out his wallet and dropped some cash on the table, hoping that would get rid of the waiter.

“I’ll bring you your change,” said the waiter.

“Keep it!” Owen gasped.

As soon as the delighted waiter left, Owen leaned in to Raina. “My office is right next door. That’s why I know this place. Want to come?”

It was as if once Raina had thrown away some of her fears, she had tossed them all aside. Her warm gaze met Owen’s as she said in a throaty purr, “Oh, I would love to come.”

He managed a laugh as he realized what he’d said. “Princess, me and my broadsword can make you come like you never have before. Now let’s go, before I can’t resist throwing you across the table and having you right here and now.”

The delicate skin of her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and he knew that fantasy had turned her on.

A colossal, visible erection tented his pants as he stood, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that he was about to make love with his mate for the very first time. He put his arm around the welcoming softness of her back, and escorted her outside.

Owen could barely manage to punch in his code to get into the office. All he could think of was Raina’s luscious body pressed next to his, covered by slippery satin, and that soon he’d see what was under that dress.

It took him three tries to get the code right, and then the door slid open. When the door closed behind him, she tilted her head back, ready for his kiss.





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Raina closed her eyes as Owen bent to her. The heat of his mouth was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. It was a kiss that made her weak at the knees, but his strong arms were around her, supporting her.

Then the desire that had nearly overcome her so many times before that night became irresistible. She rubbed herself against that steely length, too overwhelmed to even worry that it was too soon or she’d turn him off by being too bold.

He definitely wasn’t turned off. He moved to meet her, pushing her up against the wall. Owen never broke off the kiss, his mouth hot and ravaging, as he rubbed his immense hard-on between her legs. Raina moaned into his mouth. She was so wet that she wondered if he could feel it, even through layers of his clothes and hers.

“Raina,” he gasped. “You’re making me crazy.”

“Me too. I never do this.”

Owen’s green eyes gazed into hers with a startling intensity. “That’s because we’re—” He broke off, as if he had been about to say something else, and said, “Because what we have together is special. Raina, you’re the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful woman I’ve met in my entire life. Maybe you can’t believe it yet, but I’m going to keep telling you until you do.”

“I believe it when you say it,” Raina said. Impossibly, it was the truth. It filled her with the same wild confidence, almost recklessness, that she’d started to feel in the restaurant. “Also, there’s this.”

She laid her hand on the massive length of his cock, stroking up and down. Even through his pants, she could feel its steely hardness, and how it swelled even more in her hand.

Owen groaned, a deep rumbling sound that Raina found incredibly hot. It was as if her touch had wrenched that noise out of him. Even in the dim lights, she could see that the pupils of his eyes had gone huge, the black almost swallowing up the green, like night falling over a forest.

“You turn me on so much,” Owen said, his voice low and husky.

Owen’s hands roamed all over her body, stroking her and squeezing her. She could feel how much he loved touching her body in the passion of his caresses. Raina put her hands under his shirt, loving the strength of his muscles. She could still barely believe that this sweet, sexy billionaire wanted her. But clearly, he did.

He kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, hot and demanding. She opened to him, letting him in, and explored his mouth in turn. A faint roughness of stubble rubbed against her chin, but his lips were soft. She could taste chocolate and butterscotch, and knew that he was tasting the same in her mouth, from the desserts they’d fed to each other, spoonful by spoonful.


He suddenly swept her up in his arms. Raina squealed in surprise. No man had ever even tried to lift her before. But Owen lifted her like she was some skinny girl— like she was a feather—

No, she realized. Like she was something incredibly precious to him. He cradled her in his strong arms as if he’d protect her with his life.

Owen strode to a luxurious-looking sofa, wide enough for both of them. Raina wondered if the furniture in the office had been custom-made to accommodate Owen’s size. She would never be too big for him— he was so big himself, he made her feel small.

He laid her down gently on the sofa. It was soft and velvety to the touch. She wriggled against it like she was a cat.

Owen apparently had the same thought. “Are you purring?”

She smiled up at him. “Pet me and find out.”

He stroked her hair, running his fingers through it as if he loved the way it felt. “So silky.”