Once upon a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #4)(52)
Author: Jessica Clare

She shimmied out of it and then pulled away from him, breathless, those wild curls haloing her face. Her br**sts gave a little bounce as she straightened, and he was fascinated by them. They were every bit as gorgeous as he’d pictured them. Her br**sts were full, the curves rounded. A small pale pink nipple tipped each one, and he couldn’t help himself; he reached out and brushed the backs of his fingers over it. “You’re lovely.”

Maylee whimpered in her throat and tugged at his neck, dragging him back against her. “Kiss me again.”

He did, his tongue stroking into her mouth boldly even as he put both hands on her br**sts and cupped and kneaded them as he kissed her. She moaned with pleasure, and he felt her br**sts push against his hands as if begging for more. “I love touching you,” he whispered against her mouth.

“We’re never going to make it to the shower at this rate,” she warned him, her eyes full with desire.

“Oh, we will,” he said, and ran his thumb over the tip of one nipple, delighting in her shiver of response. “The only thing better than seeing these gorgeous br**sts is the thought of seeing these gorgeous br**sts wet and heaving.”

“I want to see you naked, too.”

He grinned at her and tugged his glasses off, placing them down on the counter. Griffin pulled off his shirt, pleased at her admiring glances and the way she reached for him. It was gratifying to know she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

“Now the pants,” she demanded.

“You’re rather bossy, aren’t you?” But he unzippped his pants and shucked them off, his boxers following. As he did, he noticed Maylee was stripping her panties off, too.

Then they were standing in front of each other, completely naked.

She put her fingers to her lips, considering his form. Then, she peeked up at him and smiled. “You’ve been hiding quite a bit under your clothes there, Griff.” Her hand moved forward to stroke his cock. “This is . . . rather inspiring.”

“So is this,” he said, and put a hand over the pale floss of her mound. How had he known she’d be just as blonde between her legs as she was on her head? She was stunning, no two ways about it.

Maylee moaned and pushed against his hand, her arm sliding around his neck.

“Do you like my touch, Maylee?” he murmured, glorying in her jerky nod of response. “You want me to go scrub your back for you now?”

The look she gave him was slightly dazed, and she kept glancing at his mouth, as if torn between kissing him and paying attention to his words. “I think . . . um . . . scrub?”

“You sure?” he teased. “Because I can keep kissing you if you’d rather.” And he flexed his palm against her mound.

“I change my vote to kissing,” she said breathlessly, and leaned in again.

Griffin lightly pressed his mouth to hers, and when she began to kiss along his jaw, he began to drag her toward the shower. “Come on.”

She followed him in, her arms still wrapped around him, her mouth moving over every inch of skin she could touch.

Somehow, he managed to untangle a hand long enough to turn on the water, and then he pulled her inside with him under the spray. He decided this was going to be a quick shower. He grabbed a washcloth from the rack outside of the shower and began to soap it up. Then he began to brush it over her rounded br**sts, fascinated by the suds playing over her skin.

“Where’s my cloth?” she asked, her hands smoothing over his skin.

“I’ll do you first,” he promised.

“Won’t it be faster if we soap each other?”

The thought of Maylee rubbing him down as he washed her was a rather enticing one, and Griffin handed her his cloth, then leaned out of the shower to grab a second one. As soon as he wetted it, he turned to her and felt her soapy hand clasp around his cock.

Griffin groaned, his eyes closing. His hand went to her hair, and he dragged her mouth to his, even as her hand continued to stroke along his length. “You’re not going to let me last very long if this keeps up,” he cautioned her, even as his h*ps pushed against her tight, slick grasp.

“Then don’t last very long,” she teased. “I don’t mind.”

“I think you’re just distracting me from my original task,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her. As his tongue slicked over her parted lips, he placed the wet washcloth over her breast and began to rub in small, pointed circles around her nipple.

Her hands tightened around his c**k and she whimpered, pushing against him.

“That’s right,” he murmured between kisses and soapy petting of her body. “You’re rather beautiful, you know that? I can’t get enough of you.”

She gave him a throaty laugh and squeezed his c**k again, her fist moving up and down over him in a way that nearly sucked all the air out of his lungs. “That’s just your dick talking.”

“It’s not,” he told her, but she cut off his words with a frantic kiss of her own, and her hand began to stroke him harder and faster. He was going to come if she didn’t stop, but . . . he didn’t want her to stop. Griffin pumped against her soapy hand, and she made needy noises in her throat with every stroke to let him know how much she liked touching him, and those sounds just drove him even wilder.

He came with a hiss, his cum spurting over her hands and stomach once more.

“Mmm, I think I won that round.” Maylee gave him a delicious smile.

“Was it a contest?” he panted when he could catch his breath. “If so, you have to warn me about something like that.”

“Why?”

“So I can use everything in my arsenal to make sure I come out on top.” He pushed her against the wall of the shower, her back hitting the stonework. He pressed another hot, hungry kiss to her mouth, and it lasted so long that she was breathless when he pulled away.

Then, he slid a hand between her legs. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Her moans as she came, rocking against his hand, were rather gratifying.

***

Maylee woke up to the alarm clock’s caterwauling and the feel of Griffin’s arm around her. Unlike her normal slow-drag out of bed, she hopped into action almost immediately, tumbling out of bed in her haste. Excitement rushed through her. Today was going to be her surprise for Griffin. Would he be mad, or would he be delighted?

She was kinda hoping for delighted.

“Wake up,” she told Griffin, then leaned over to kiss him. “Big day today.”