The Billionaire Takes a Bride (Billionaires and Bridesmaids, #3)(64)

His hand slid up her arm in a caress. “Hey, baby.”

Her hands moved down his front and she kissed his neck, even as she slid a hand down to his cock and rubbed him through the fabric. “I’m feeling frisky.”

“Yeah?” His soft whisper was just barely audible over the music. “You wanna go to the bedroom?”

She thought for a moment, and then leaned in and nipped at his earlobe. “I want to stay here and play with you.”

He groaned, eyes closing as he leaned back against her. It was an invitation that she could do what she wanted to him, and it was an exciting one. Her hand slid into the front of his sport shirt, undoing buttons. He never dressed like a slob, even if he was puttering around the house. Always in khakis and a nice, crisp shirt. It made her want to do naughty things to him. To dishevel him.

Really, it was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.

She continued to kiss and nibble at his ear, and her hand moved under his shirt to one of his nipples. She scratched at it lightly with her nails, enjoying the hiss of air from between his teeth. She was feeling bold and sassy, and as another idea struck her, she decided to give in to it.

Chelsea skated around to his front and leaned forward, giving him a long, sultry kiss. Then, with a mischievous grin, she moved to his belt and began to undo it.

“Are you sure—”

“Shhh,” she told him, and then looked up with a grin. “I’ll be gentle.”

“You’re going to ruin me,” he said, burying a hand in her hair as she unbuckled his belt and then pulled down his zipper. “I’m going to start getting hard every time I see a skate.”

“I’m fine with that,” she teased. Her hand stroked along the front of his pants again and he felt erect. Nice. It didn’t take him long, which quickened her breath. Did her touching him arouse him so much? That was exciting. It made her pulse pound and heat pool between her legs. Touching him was turning her on, too. Almost as much as when he touched her.

She freed his cock from his clothing and took him in her hand. Definitely hard. Definitely big and delicious. She trailed her fingers over his length, teasing him, before leaning in and licking the head.

His hand knotted in her hair and he gave another wild groan. “Fuck, you’re amazing, Chelsea.”

She felt pretty amazing, too. She felt sexy and carefree.

Chelsea took him in her mouth and used her tongue to lavish attention on his cock. She paid attention to his signals, like when a particular slide of her tongue made him suck in a breath, or when dragging her lips across the fat head of his cock made him groan aloud. She wrapped her fingers around the base of him and began to pump him in time with her deep, suctioning motions. His hand grew tighter in her hair, and he started to guide her head, dragging her up and down on his cock. And oh, that turned her on, too. That he was using her to pleasure himself. If she had a free hand, she’d be touching between her legs right now.

“God, your mouth. You’re so f*cking good at that, baby.” When she dragged her tongue from the base of his cock to the head, he brushed his fingers over her jaw. “Gonna come soon. You want me inside you?”

She licked the head again and gave him a naughty look. “I want you in my mouth.”

His head went back and he groaned again. “Yeah?”

“Deep in my throat.”

“Ah, f*ck, I’m going to come just from you talking about it.” His hand steered her head down toward his cock again. “Let me see you rub your lips on my cock again.”

She did, dragging her tongue over the head over and over again. Then she took him deep into her mouth and sucked, pulling him deeper and deeper with every pump of him into her mouth. His cock butted at the back of her throat, and she released him, coughed, and then took him deep again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that, Chelsea—”

So naturally, she kept doing exactly that, and felt pretty smug about it, too. And when he came with a hoarse shout of her name, his come filling her mouth, she felt pretty smug about that, too.

Screw having second thoughts. What they had right now was real, and it was fun. She didn’t need to look any further than that.





Chapter Twenty-two



Their relationship fell into a happy routine, and for the next while? Chelsea was happier than she’d ever been. Being married? Freaking awesome. Being married to someone who supported her love for derby? Even better than awesome. Sebastian went with her to practices to keep her company, and sketched people from the sidelines while she ran drills and hung out with her friends. His presence wasn’t intrusive, and she never felt smothered. In fact, she appreciated that he cared enough to come with her.

They’d started skating together in Central Park, and while it had taken a few days for Sebastian to get up to speed on roller skates, he was now almost able to keep up. Of course, the moment she did a jump or started skating backward, he called foul and they ended up in a tickle fight in the grass.

Once he caught her, of course.

It was nice to have a workout partner again, though. And she’d even gone to a rock-climbing excursion with him once when Hunter had to cancel on him due to a business call. She’d watched Sebastian scale the wall, then wait his turn to go again. She had no desire to try it herself, because heights weren’t her friend. But watching Sebastian flex and move as he scaled the wall? She was down for that.