The Billionaire's Secret: Enemies to Lovers Fake Marriage Romance (Big Bad Billionaires Book 2) by L. Steele

Author:L. Steele [Steele, L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 13 Suns
Published: 2020-10-28T16:00:00+00:00

28

Victoria

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He prowls closer, his footsteps muffled by the carpet as he approaches. The creaking of wheels gets louder—he definitely ordered something. That is a food cart, isn’t it? The clank of silverware, of plates being moved around, reaches me.

I sense him shift his weight. There’s silence then a pop. I jump. "What the—?"

"Relax," he laughs. "Thought the occasion called for some bubbles, don’t you think?"

I worry my lower lip. Should I agree? I swallow and my throat protests. Cold, bubbly champagne. I hadn’t managed to nick a glass at the wedding— at my own wedding. I worry the ring on my left ring finger. The weight is already familiar. Damn, that’s not good. I won’t be wearing it for much longer, after all.

The sound of liquid hitting a glass reaches me. My tongue swells. I lick my lips.

"Want a sip, darlin’?"

It’s fine. It won’t hurt. Besides I could do with some Dutch courage about now. "Yes, please."

"You’re forgetting something."

Am I? What… Oh! "Yes, please, Sir!"

"That’s my girl."

I flush. Shit, why does that make me so happy? I’m not going to pander to the ego of this over-the-top, tyrannical, motherfucker of a guy who is…my husband. Bloody hell. "Can I get that champagne?" I whisper.

"Of course."

His footsteps grow closer. Something cool touches my lips. The cold liquid fills my mouth. Bubbles break on my tongue. Yum. I swallow it down, open my mouth again. More of the bubbles flow in, overflow my chin. Coldness hits my chest.

"Oops."

More liquid slides down my skin. I shiver.

"Sorry, babe."

"No, you’re not." I lick the remaining liquid from my lower lip.

"Do that again and I won’t be responsible for what happens next."

"Oh," I swallow.

"Not that either," he groans. "When you form your mouth into that shape, all I can think of is having it wrapped around my cock."

Wetness pools between my legs...and it’s not from the champagne. My nipples pebble and my sex clenches. I chafe my thighs, try to hold in the ache. Shit, this is crazy. Perhaps it’s the forced not-being-able-to-climax thing that has me wound so tightly. I am on the edge of the precipice. One more touch, one more caress of those fingers in the most intimate of my places, one more kiss, one more nip on my clit, a tug on my nipples and I’ll shatter.

"Saint," I whine.

"I know."

A wetness curls around my nipple. I gasp, "What are you doing?"

"What does it feel like?" He licks the cold champagne off the curve of my breast.

I whimper.

He swipes his way down the underside of my breast. His large palms descend on either side of my hips. He holds me down as I mentally follow the progress of his tongue, down my belly, to my navel. He dips his tongue inside my belly button. My pussy seems to fold in on itself.

"Damn you," I huff.

He nips on the sensitive skin above my pussy. I jump.

"You’re forgetting something again, babe."

Right.

He presses a kiss to the top of my aching, throbbing, trembling core.

"Say it.

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