The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires #1)(65)

I smile against her skin. “I have one last question.”

She growls at me, and I find it hot as fuck.

I rise, tracing the curve of her body before giving her ass a squeeze. I withdraw my shaft a couple of inches before slamming back into her. The whoosh of air that leaves her makes me grin. “Do you still want that measuring tape? I can go find one now and settle the debate.”

“All good. I’m pretty sure I can feel you in my throat.”

Fire spreads across my skin as I pick up my pace. Sweat clings to our bodies as we find a steady rhythm. We’re two people, lost to the harmony of our deep breaths, slaves to each other’s erotic touches.

I ram into her over and over again. She shakes with every thrust, and I take pleasure in watching her breasts bounce every damn time. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her in the throes of passion. The tight sensation that only seems to happen whenever she’s around increases to the point of pain. I push in and out of her like I’ve lost my goddamn mind, which isn’t far from the truth. I immerse myself in the feel of her and hang onto every single sound she makes.

No area of my skin goes untouched. Her nails embed themselves into my back and she bites at the most sensitive place on my entire neck. She’s wilder than I could have ever imagined, and I want to test her limits.

It turns out I was right. Little Miss Bubbly does have a hidden side to her. I just never expected it to be this… The woman she is in the bedroom is everything I could have wanted and more.

If this is what it feels like to be around someone who’s pure sunshine, I’ll willingly accept the burn. Every. Damn. Time.

Her second orgasm shoves me over the edge, and the next thing I know, I’m free-falling along with her straight into darkness.





31





Zahra





I’ve officially passed the point of no return.

Okay, well I passed it the moment Rowan made me orgasm the first time tonight. But it really hits me once Rowan withdraws his softening cock from me and gets rid of the condom.

I’m absolutely useless after Rowan fucked me into near unconsciousness. Whatever I thought Rowan kept trapped under his cool exterior doesn’t hold a candle to tonight.

No. Rowan might as well have set my body on fire with kerosene. It was…wow. I think I lost some valuable brain cells from the lack of oxygen.

Do I stay? Do I go? I’m completely at a crossroads about what to do next.

Go. Keep it casual like you promised.

I rise off the bed with a groan and grab my shirt off the floor. Now where’s my bra?

“What are you doing?” his voice snaps.

“Getting dressed?” I squeak, shielding my body from him like he hasn’t seen everything already.

My cheeks heat as his eyes slide from my face to the tips of my pink toenails.

With the dim light of the bathroom, I’m able to assess the curves and contours of God’s finest work. I think I release a small groan, but I can’t be too sure. Rowan clears his throat, clearly covering up a low laugh.

“So…”

Don’t be clingy. Act cool.

How does one act cool when they have no idea what’s happening? I return to my mission of searching for my missing clothes. My bra hangs haphazardly off the lampshade, and I swoop in to grab it.

“You’re leaving?” His brows pull together. Somehow he got a hold of my underwear. I’m willing to part ways with them if he’s into that kind of thing. Honestly, I’m open to anything that saves me from this embarrassment.

“Umm. Isn’t that what you want?”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Well—umm. You see…” My bright idea takes a dive as his jaw clenches.

“You want to go.” A statement rather than a question.

Is that…hurt in his voice?

No. That can’t be true.

Or is it?

Ugh. I think Rowan fucked my common sense right out of me tonight.

“Do you want me to stay?” I blurt out.

It takes him an entire twenty seconds to answer. Yes. I counted. It was either that or melt into a puddle under Rowan’s guarded gaze.

“I wouldn’t not like it if you stayed.”

I laugh. “Oh God. You use double negatives. This was doomed from the start.”

The smile he unleashes is my favorite Rowan smile—the kind that’s so small, I don’t want to blink and miss it. “I did that on purpose.”

“Sure you did.” I roll my eyes.

He rips my shirt from my hands and throws my bra over his shoulder.

Well, then. I guess that debate is settled.

He throws me back onto the bed before pulling the comforter over our naked bodies. I’ve cuddled before, but with Rowan, it feels more intimate. Especially when he wraps an arm around me because it turns out he’s a total clinger.

The shocks keep coming tonight. I’m not sure my heart can hold up against the strain.

Rowan grabs a remote and chooses the streaming app. “Which version of Pride and Prejudice are you up for tonight?”

“Maybe I’m in the mood for some horror film.”

“Isn’t romance considered a subgenre?”

I pinch his side, making him laugh. “Now you’re just trying to be funny.”