Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
It was another of the promises he’d made to himself when he crossed an ocean to leave his old life behind. How many bettys had he fucked throughout his youth without bothering to see to their pleasure? They were fighting to throw themselves on his cock and service him without asking for anything in return. Okay, that wasn’t true—they asked for plenty. Exclusive club memberships. Diamond bracelets. Trips to the Riviera. Just not orgasms. Because that might make them look too demanding.
Liam shook his head and tried to come fully back to this moment. This woman. This arse.
His forefinger quickly zeroed in on her clit and her body jolted when he made contact. Oh yeah. He hadn’t lost his touch. He circled the small bud, loving the feel of how it hardened but all the hot flesh around stayed soft and yielding. He reached around with his other hand and dipped a finger inside her.
She hissed out in pleasure and pressed back against him. And for the first time, it didn’t feel like a calculated move. That was goddamned right. He’d make her so crazy she’d forget to put on some stupid fecking show.
He leaned over and kissed the back of her neck, still circling her clit with a gentle, explorative touch.
After his misspent youth and finishing Uni, he really put in the time to discovering the mechanics of female pleasure. He nipped with his teeth at the back of her neck even as he slipped a second finger inside her.
“Oh. God,” she whimpered, shuddering around his fingers.
“That’s right,” he coaxed, his cock coming back to full mast at her response. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”
“But you—” she tried to protest. “Stick it in so we can—”
“Hush.” Liam finally increased the pressure on her clitoris, returning over and over again to one particular spot that made her words cut off and her back arch.
“Yes. Keep— Oh my God, yes.”
Liam used his thumb to continue strumming her clit. Then he tugged her hair so she’d look over her shoulder at him. He loved watching women while they came. No matter what they rated on the hotness scale, they became beautiful during climax.
“Now,” he ordered, losing the cheerful joviality he’d had all night. “Come. Fucking now.”
Her eyebrows lifted and then her whole face scrunched in surprised longing that almost looked like pain as she orgasmed. Jaysus, he loved that. That line between pleasure and pain. And how fucking fleeting it all was.
Her mouth dropped open and her head tipped back as the shudders racked her body. Liam kept stroking her all the way through it, more fucking turned on than he had been all night. He was finally hard as a rock against her.
Her body had barely stopped quaking before he had his cock nudging at her now drenched pussy. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the crown back and forth over her swollen lips.
“Yes. Oh God, yes. Please, Liam. Make love to me. Oh my God,” her voice was hoarse. “I’ve never made love with a billionaire before. You’re even more amazing than I thought— Oh!” She grabbed the sink and swiveled her head to look at him as he yanked back from her. “What is it, baby?”
“What did you just say?” He stared at her, willing himself to have misheard her.
She giggled and pushed a stray hair out of her flushed face, again putting on that fake fucking show of innocence. It made him want to fucking gag. In fact, everything about this little bar bathroom tryst was suddenly making him sick to his stomach.
“Just that I’ve never— well, you know.” She blinked her eyes up at him in a way he imagined her practicing in front of a mirror. “Been with someone like you.”
“Someone like me?” It took most of his newly acquired self-discipline to keep his cool.
“You know.” She lowered her eyebrows and whispered, “A billionaire.”
Liam jerked away from her like she’d slapped him. “Who told you that?”
“Nobody told me, silly.” She stood up, not bothering to smooth down her skirt. The red fabric bunched around her waist, her pussy still exposed. She tried to take a step toward him but he held out a hand to stop her. She cocked her head to the side like she was confused.
“So how’d you know?”
She shrugged, smiling and taking another step toward him. Liam didn’t move and she ran a hand down the buttons on his shirt. She did that thing where she angled her face down and then looked up at him through her lashes.
Another practiced fucking move if he ever saw one. Jaysus, this woman was as bad as any of those leeches back in Dublin. How did he not spot it earlier? He was out of practice, that was for sure. His hand shot up and he gripped her wrist, prying her away from him. “How did you know who I am?”