Tied to the Billionaire(63)

He was uncut. She liked that in a man—it made jerking him off so much easier, and gave blowing him more variety. Carefully she drew more of the firm flesh into her mouth, tucking her lips over her teeth—although maybe he didn’t mind teeth? Best not to test that at this stage.

“I suggest you don’t tease, Miss Bleecker.” There was a strained edge to Will’s voice. “Unless you like the idea of discipline.”

Oh, discipline? An image of herself over Will’s knee, naked rump in the air, him spanking her into a state of flushed arousal, came into Jade’s mind and for a moment she considered making him wait even longer. Ultimately she decided against it. Blowing him was a pleasure in itself—no point making them both suffer.

She took a deep breath and surged forward, swallowing him down to the root.

Will cried out, a howl somewhere between surprise and delight. Jade drew back, dragging her lips almost to the slit, running her tongue hard along the underside of his cock. She pushed forward again, feeling his head bump the back of her throat, and wrapped her other hand around the base as she felt his hips start to jerk rhythmically.

“Oh, yeah. Oh, yes…”

The familiar salty taste of pre-cum filled her mouth as she worked, swallowing over and over, and she slid a finger behind his balls to tease the sensitive skin there. Will’s fingers clenched in her hair—he was moaning, his thighs were trembling, he was close, so very close, and she—

“Stop.”

Seriously? For f*ck’s sake! Jade sat back on her heels and looked up at him, a little irritated. Will was flushed, gasping for breath, as though he was right on the edge.

“Stand up,” was all he said.

Jade stood, deliberately brushing the tip of his cock with her breasts as she did so. The look in Will’s eyes stopped her in her tracks.

“Go sit on the edge of the bed. Don’t argue.”

The tautness in his face, in his muscles, was enough to convince Jade. Without a word she crossed to the far doorway and into the bedroom.

Wow. This place is amazing.

The bedposts were ornately carved wood, decorated with swathes of Oriental silk. The satin bed sheets slid under her bare ass as she sat down on the bed. Craning her neck back, she saw that the ceiling and the top of the four-poster bed were elaborately decorated in swirls of gold, some of which looked like dragons.


Then Will appeared in the doorway and, without stopping, strode straight up to her, and Jade immediately snapped her attention back to him.

“I would have tied you to the bedposts, but right now I don’t want to take the time. Lie back and spread yourself out for me.”

Jade threw herself back on the bed, letting her arms fall on the pillows and planting her feet on the mattress, drawing her knees back. Will’s eyes were on her, scorching, and for a moment Jade imagined how she must look—splayed on the bed, upturned breasts tipped with pink hearts, butterflies and roses tattooed along arms and ribs, the glinting green of an emerald navel ring—and lower, moist rosy lips and coral centre standing out against the pale skin of her thighs.

And wanting him. God, the need was rising again, and he was watching her, his eyes resting on every part of her body in turn, and when Jade pulled her knees back farther something seemed to snap in Will’s eyes and he dived onto the bed, landing with his elbows either side of her head and his face directly above hers.

Jade was barely able to register his nearness—so close, his fresh scent, so hot—when Will roughly covered her mouth with his in a brutal kiss. Her body jerked as a sudden fullness told her that he had entered her at the same time.

Will broke the kiss briefly and Jade shivered at the look on his face. “Don’t move,” he snarled, and Jade had time only to nod before his mouth was on hers again, his tongue strafing hers.

She fisted her hands in the pillows, resisting the urge to clutch at his shoulders. Her nipples peaked, brushing his chest with every thrust—his pelvic bone pressed down on her clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body. Will groaned with every stroke, she could feel the vibrations from his tongue to hers, and the sensations were building again, that ache in her clit, her inner walls clenching down on him…

“Oh!” Will gasped, tearing his mouth from hers, and Jade screamed as her body convulsed around his for the final time.



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At eight a.m., Jade closed the door of the Penthouse Suite behind her and made her way back to the elevator.

Her own room was a few floors below. Quickly she let herself in, showered and changed into a vest and jeans before heading downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast.

She had left Will ordering room service. After they had fallen asleep the night before, she had woken to a beautiful vista of light from the wall-to-wall bedroom window. Her own room was attractive enough, but she had to admit that spending the night with a billionaire had its perks.

Even if one of those perks was utter exhaustion. She had been out cold almost immediately after Will had hit the light switch. Even now she still felt a residual ache in her legs.

Will Vandenmeer. God, what the others would say. Leonie would turn into a squealing wreck. Shaundra would be hopelessly jealous. And Piper—well, Piper would be wondering if Jade was going to see him again.

Was she?

It wasn’t something they’d discussed. Maybe he just saw it as a one-night stand. Hell, maybe she just saw it as a one-night stand. Her head was in a whirl.