Tied to the Billionaire(39)

Yes, he’d tired of his other women, but that was because he wasn’t ready to settle down. He was only human and he’d made mistakes. Marrying Hope would not be a mistake.

He loved her and wanted her desperately and he wouldn’t let that one word hold him back.

Simon ran his hands over her breasts, feeling the fullness against his palms. He was never going to get bored with her. She was an amazing woman.

Running his hands down her body, Simon fingered her creamy slit. With her legs wide open he saw her bare arousal. Her clit was swollen, peeking out of its hood. He’d sucked, licked and fingered her clit for many hours. Simon loved to tease her and watch her come apart under his hands.

She was the perfect submissive and a wonderful woman.

He was going to show her how much he loved her with his body.



Chapter Four





Hope watched as he knelt before her at the table. He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge. Her * was level with his eyes. She went to her elbows and looked at him, wondering what he was thinking as he gazed at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

Her heart jumped inside her chest. His compliments were sending a pulse of excitement all through her body. Under his searching gaze she felt beautiful, loved and cherished.

Simon told her to lie back on the table. Closing her eyes, she lay back until she was flat. Her senses were heightened by her lack of vision. She loved it when he used one of his work ties or a blindfold while they were playing. Closing her eyes was just as fun. All she needed to do was show more restraint.

“You have such a pretty little *.” He blew on her clit and she felt him separate her lips with his fingers. She’d be on display for him to touch and tease her however he wanted. “You look so damn tasty.”

His tongue swiped down her slit in one smooth glide. Hope tensed and gasped as he grazed her clit with the sweetest touch of his tongue. Simon knew exactly what to do to make her scream.

“I’m addicted to your taste, Hope. I could lick you all day long.”

“Please,” she said, begging him to continue.

“Please, what?”

“More, Sir. Please,” she said.

Hope lifted her hands above her head, holding onto the far edge of the table. She didn’t want to interfere with what he was doing. Her punishment would be unbearable as he’d use orgasm denial to get what he wanted.

She knew him so intimately. Hope knew what he liked and what made his body sing with desire. Never had she been so intimate with a man.

An urge to tell him how she felt swept over her. She wanted their battle to be over.

You love him deeply. Why are you denying yourself?

She didn’t know anymore. With his face between her thighs, licking her *, Hope didn’t know why she was fighting him.

You want him to tell you how he feels.

Hope growled as the answer came to her. Simon was closed off with his emotions. She never knew what he was thinking or feeling. His tongue plunged inside her, making her cry out and her grip on the table increased.

Her thoughts left her mind as pleasure took their place. Biting her lip, she tried her hardest not to interfere. The desire to grab his hair and thrust her * up to his mouth was intense.

“I want you, Hope. I always want you,” he said.

She opened her eyes and pushed him away from her body. He stumbled back until he fell in a heap on his ass. Hope moved off the table and stood naked before him. She felt her cream leaking out of her *.

Gazing down at him, Hope put her hands on her waist and waited. She’d pushed him away and now she didn’t know what to do with him.

She didn’t want to be the one waiting for him to tell her his feelings. Hope wanted to hear him say the words because he couldn’t hold them back anymore.

Going to her knees in front of him, she tugged at his shirt. The buttons sprang off to either side of the room. His chest was hard and his muscles rippled as she scored her nails from his stomach up to his nipples.

“What are you doing?” he asked. It was the first time she had pushed him away.

“I’m taking what I want.” Hope sank her fingers into his hair and pulled him close. She slammed her lips down on his—not caring that their teeth grazed each other—and took what she wanted. Hope needed to feel his desire for her. She wanted him to claw at her body the way she felt like clawing at his.

There was nothing refined or delicate in what she wanted from him. She relished his domination of her, but she needed something more—to feel him lose control and take her without any finesse.

Pulling at the fine hairs at the back of his neck, Hope made love to his mouth. She took possession of his lips like he’d done to hers many times before.

She waited for him to respond. He lay lax underneath her. Her heart began to break at the way he was responding to her. There was no passion or hunger within him. His cool reserve was in place and with his lack of response, Hope believed she had her answer.

He didn’t love her and becoming his wife would be a huge mistake.

In the next instance, she was eating her words.

His fingers sank into her hair—like her fingers in his—and yanked on the length. Simon pulled her closer and broke the kiss. She collapsed on top of him as he fisted her hair and claimed her lips again.

Her kiss was nothing like the one he was giving her now. His eyes were open and his pupils were black. She saw his face was flushed and his cock pressed against her *.