BetweenTwoBillionairesCompleteStripped (26 page)

A soft moan escapes
my lips as I give in to fantasy, tilting my head to feel his mouth
brushing over my neck. His warm breath on my skin is pleasant. His
hands on my thighs feel even better. He's hiking up my skirt, and all
I can do is stand there, leaning against the wall, powerless against
him. No woman in her right mind would ever resist him. He's too
irresistible.

“
Are
you thinking about it? Writhing beneath my body. I bet you want it
right now, for me to take you right here. I'm going to savor you
though. Every kiss. Every touch.” His thumb teases softly
between my legs, and I respond by opening them a bit wider, feeling
embarrassed by my own need for him. He's not the only one who is
going to be savoring every moment. But I think he knows that. That's
why he moves oh so slowly.

His fingers tug my
panties aside, and he delicately thumbs across my folds. “You're
so wet for me. I'm not even inside you yet, and I can already feel
it.”

He's not lying. I'm
practically dripping with want for him. No man has ever made me feel
this way this quickly. All I can think about is having him inside of
me, of what it will be like to be beneath him.

When he pushes his
fingers between my folds, I buck my hips, yearning to feel him. His
touch is gentle and sensual, playing back and forth over my heated
swollen clit. I worry I might be so hot that I'll burn him, but he
doesn't seem affected by it. If anything, he seems more aroused. The
look in his eyes is pure lust. And in that moment, it's all for me.

I tremble slightly
as he skillfully rubs my pleasure button, already feeling my body
racing up the hill to climax. I'm a bit surprised at how quickly my
orgasm is building. It's never been like this before. Perhaps it's
because I'm so attracted to him. I feel almost unworthy of his touch.
But it's a stupid silly thought. Anyone with enough money is worthy.

I can't think about
that. Can't think about how this is all just a fantasy made flesh.
Can't think about how my best friend spent a portion of her lottery
winnings to send me here, to make one of my greatest dreams come
true. I'll ruin it by thinking about that stuff. I need to focus.
Focus on him.

His heated kiss
brings me back into the moment. His scent intoxicates me while his
mouth moves sensually on top of mine. I taste his lips and his
tongue, wanting to indulge in him forever. He holds my face in one
hand and drives me to the height of pleasure with the other. I moan
against his mouth as I feel the surge overtake me. He presses his
body against mine, and all I need is the feel of his arousal for me
to send me plummeting over the edge.

“
That's
it,” he whispers gently against my mouth. “Come for me,
Tessa.”

I shutter as my
orgasm wrecks me, my eyes closing as I allow the entire experience to
make me drunk with sensation. It's the best climax a man has ever
given me with his hands. I've never been touched like this before.
Not like this.

He draws me the rest
of the way into the room and closes the door behind us. There's
really no point in closing it. No one will come up to this floor.
Still, it makes the fantasy seem more real.

I look around while
I catch my breath, unable to hide the wonder on my face. This is
exactly the kind of place I'd picture a wealthy man like him living.
Expansive rooms, plush furniture, perfectly and richly decorated. He
doesn't seem interested in giving me the grand tour though. Instead,
he takes my hand and leads me straight back to the bedroom.

“
Sit.”
He gestures to the bed, and I obey, still in complete disbelief that
this is actually happening. “If you thought my fingers were
good, you're going to be blown away by what I can do with my mouth.”
His perfect lips quirk into a smirk, and I don't doubt him for a
second.

In that moment, I'm
a sponge, soaking in everything he says. Everything he does. Each
second alone with him is a gift.

He unbuttons the
front of his suit jacket. After he shrugs it off and tosses it onto
the floor, he goes for his silk tie. My eyes watch him move,
undressing with the confidence of a God. The tie ends up on my lap
once he's done pulling it off. A teasing gesture. I giggle like a
school girl, my cheeks heating up all over again.

Then he starts
unbuttoning his shirt, and I feel mesmerized by the very sight of his
skin. He's very muscular and cut. Each open button reveals more and
more delicious hard flesh. By the time he reaches the bottom button,
my hormones are on overdrive. God how I want him to fuck me.

“
You
should be undressing now,” he says to me with a whisper of a
smile, perhaps tired of watching me drool over him.

In all honesty, I
would rather him undress me. His hands move with confidence. Mine
will be moving with uncertainty; I know it.

I stand awkwardly,
practically stumbling. My eyes leave his in fear of judgment, though
I doubt I'd ever be able to tell if he was judging me. He's a great
actor.

I try to muster up
all of my confidence as I grab the bottom hem of my dress, moving to
pull it over my head. Just as I start to lift it, his phone rings.
The perfect expression he's held onto all night falters, and an
annoyed look takes its place as he scrambles for his phone.

“
Sorry,
I have to take this,” he tells me before answering it and
taking long strides out of the room.

My hands let go of
my dress, and I sit back down on the bed. This wasn't part of the
plan. Or was it? Important business men get phone calls. But I don't
think this was supposed to happen right before we had sex. Then
again, what do I really know. It could be part of the fantasy, a way
to postpone the moment even longer, to push me to my limits.

I think about
undressing the rest of the way like he told me to. Is that what I'm
supposed to do? I'm not sure anymore. Suddenly, I'm just confused.

His voice becomes
more distant, and then I hear a door open and shut. I wait for him.
And I wait and I wait and I wait. Five minutes pass. A few more
minutes later and I hear a door open again. My body instantly tenses,
nervous anticipation taking over me. He's back. We're going to
continue where we left off. Should I have gotten undressed while he
was gone?

There's a knock on
the wall, and then an unfamiliar voice. “Miss Murphy?”

“
Yes?”
I reply hesitantly.

“
Anders
had to leave. He apologizes, but he won't be able to spend time with
you tonight.”