Loving the Secret Billionaire (Love at Last #1)(16)

It was sexy as hell, but I needed more skin. Roughly, I reached for the bottom of her bra—a stiff wire—and yanked it up.

A loud, exhaled puh left my lips. I had a hand on her pussy and another on her breast. My cock was aching to be a part of this, but I was so far from complaining. “You know how long I’ve waited for this?”

“Why?”

I tightened my hold on the tender swell in my palm, lifted it, bent down and licked her nipple.

“Don’t get out much.” I pulled back. No more mouth. If I licked or sucked or tasted her, this would end right here.

“You’ve had opportunities, though.” I could hear the smirk in her voice, along with something else. Hesitation, maybe?

“Didn’t want them.”

“You want me.”

“Hell, yes.” Her pussy was wet, with this area…rough, almost pebbled. “This your g-spot?”

“Not…not sure.”

I put pressure there and the noise she made told me it was.

“You want another finger?”

She nodded against my shoulder.

I slid in a second finger, slowly, so I could enjoy every second of this. “Jesus, this is hot.” The sound of my finger in her wetness was pure pornography. I could live off the memory of this for ages. Sensation after so many years of words and sounds.

“You feel amazing.” I quickened my thumb until she was just one big, moaning mess, tightening around me and then—

“Zach.”

I slowed, loving the sound of my name. Did she want me to stop?

“Faster. Please.”

I picked up speed, fingers fucking, thumb brushing, my cock pressed against the porch railing, me rutting up against it like a wild man. One of her hands worked at her tit, the other one was clenched tight in the hair at the nape of my neck.

It felt big, all of this, outside in the woods, the air cool and fresh, no sound but the occasional hoot of something nocturnal and the very distant sound of a car. I could smell grilled meat and the addictive perfume of her body, all of it working toward a climax of epic proportions. Hers, mine, it didn’t matter, but the crescendo was huge.

Finally, frantic, she yanked me toward her, hard, put her open mouth to mine, and fed me her orgasm, her body tensed up so hard it had to hurt.

After a few seconds, one of her hands went to where mine was still wrenching the pleasure from between her legs, and stopped me.

She was out of breath when she spoke, her body shaking in my arms. “Holy crap, Zach. That was…”

“Good?”

“Unbelievable.”





6





Veronica



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I didn’t care that the steak was too well done. Or that the fourth glass of wine would give me a headache. I didn’t even care that there wasn’t enough light in his house. I was floating.

Dinner was over and it was getting late. I made noises to go, but he stopped me.

“Hang on. Show me what you like,” he’d said before getting up and returning with a laptop.

“What I like?” You.

“Where do I get lights?”

“Oh. Um. I don’t know. Goodwill?”

“Here.” He typed faster than anyone I’d ever seen and brought up a page of super-fancy lighting fixtures and lamps.

“You want me to pick? I can’t—”

“How many does this room need?”

I swiveled in my chair. “Maybe a couple?”

“Okay. Select your top five.”

“These are like three grand, Zach. That’s too—”

“It’s fine.”

I paused, waiting for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, I shoved back a little twinge of disquiet and did as he asked. I was floating so high on this guy, who’d brought me to orgasm with one hand and then wouldn’t let me reciprocate. He was superhuman. He was perfect. And he wanted to spend money to make his house more hospitable? Who was I to complain?

But then my curiosity never did stay down for too long. “Tell me more about this Horde thing.”

Something shifted in the air.

“It’s just a nickname.”

“Those people the other day were awestruck by you.”

“I have no idea why.”

“Really?” He was stiff, maybe a little flushed, but nothing else that I could put my finger on.

“Huh. Weird.”

He did a funny little laugh. “Yeah, weird.”

We kissed again at his door, just to prove that none of this was a fluke. It hadn’t been the first time and it wasn’t tonight.

He pressed me to the wall and held me there while his hands swept over me, stroking me, learning me, memorizing me. Every nerve in my body was zinging with his touch.

“I’ve got to go,” I slurred.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He stepped back, ran a hand through his dark, unruly hair and nodded. “I’m addicted.”

That squished things up in my belly. This was trouble. Way beyond anything I’d experienced before.

I was at the edge of the porch when he stopped me. “You don’t have a car here, do you?”

“No.”

“How’re you getting home?”