The Billionaire’s Wife (The Billionaire’s Wife #1)(7)
Author: Ava Claire

I paid the fare and strutted through the doors of Whitmore and Creighton. I smiled to myself at the memory of teetering on my heels. Those stupid shoes put me on a collision course with destiny.

The guard, Frank Miller, perked when he saw me. His kind gray eyes mirrored the smile on his face. "Good evening, Mrs. Whitmore."

Even though I knew he had no idea what was under my coat or what I had planned, I still bit my lip. Not even the slice of discomfort could ward off the blush heating my cheeks. "Hi Frank. How are you?"

"Can’t complain." He nodded his head. "Don’t work too hard."

I swallowed the amusement that rose in my throat, hustling toward the elevator. It seemed to move especially slow, climbing every step to the top floor. By the time it dinged and I was at my destination, I was practically hyperventilating. I moved down the corridor to Jacob’s office, the sound of light classical music luring me to him. Classical music meant he needed some zen or he’d start busting heads.

I rapped on the door and stepped inside, not waiting for him to grant me entry. His gaze lifted from his computer and captured me. The shock in his eyes warmed as he took me in. A smile teased his lips as the pieces clicked into place and he recognized the coat.

I loosened the knot, my lips slightly parted as I shed the layer and showed him my intentions.

"Surprise."

He rose from his chair, wetting his lips as he circled to the front of his desk. He leaned back, still the epitome of sophistication and power, even though his tie hung loosely and his eyes were doing bad things to my body.

"You look delicious." His deep voice savored every word and I felt my wetness soaking through my panties.

I managed to speak, my voice rough and husky. "Thank you."

He stroked his fingers through his dark hair. Ruffling it in a way that made him look both playful and dangerous. "I remember the first time you put on that jacket. You were so nervous, so self conscious about your body. You used the jacket as a shield. Something to hide your perceived imperfections." He unbuttoned his cuffs and I watched his fingers, already feeling them deep inside me. "What is the jacket to you now?"

His question caught me off guard and my lips worked but nothing intelligible came out.

"What were you thinking when you decided to put it on?" he pressed. "You could have worn a dress. A t-shirt and jeans. There’s a reason you chose to put on that trench coat."

I dug my fingertips into my thigh to keep from shaking. To get a handle on my desire long enough for my brain to function so I could do more than stutter. I looked inward for the answer.

I clasped my hands together, the shake barely more than a tremor when I met his steely blue gaze. The answer was in the fact that I didn’t even stop to look in a mirror. Or fuss over my body, making myself a nervous wreck. I was a wife, doing something for her husband…and nothing else mattered.

"The jacket represents metamorphosis." I moved toward him, one step at a time. The predator with her prey in her sights. "I’m not the doe eyed innocent anymore. You’re my Dom, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t take the reins every now and then." I stopped in front of him, the space between us hot with sexual tension. I smiled mischievously as I roped my arms around my back and unhooked my bra, letting it drop to the floor. "I can take what I want."

He rounded the contours of my breasts with his eyes and my nipples swelled like he’d already claimed them. I could feel him pinching them tight until I could take no more…and would die if he stopped.

"And what do you want?" One look and I saw that his fly was bulging with what he wanted. Our wants, our needs were deliciously aligned.

"Me?" I erased the remaining distance, so close to him that I could feel every tremor of his body. Jacob was struggling to maintain his composure. If this was what taking control was like, no wonder he loved it. I felt sexy, powerful…and it was just the beginning. "I want to make you forget that anything else exists in this world except my mouth."

I sank to my knees, hands reaching for his belt. His eyes were flashing—I was being bold—but they didn’t flash with condemnation. He was thrilled, riveted; like he was watching me change before him.

I vibrated from the inside out when he let out a deep, guttural moan as I stroked him, the fabric barely able to contain his arousal. I unzipped his fly and reached in, my hand wrapping around his bulging shaft.

I drew closer. Mouth close enough to touch. Tongue close enough to lick. But I just stared up at him in awe. My husband, my everything, my Dom…a slave to my touch.

I leaned in and I swore he did too. My tongue darted out and tasted the warmth of his skin, tingling as I made a line from base to tip. I watched him, enamored as my tongue swirled around the head, savoring the salty sweetness like it was honey.

Then I engulfed him, taking him into my mouth until I felt him hit my throat. I breathed through the stars, relaxing as I took him deeper. His second moan was feral as he rocked his hips and tears sprang to my eyes. I built a steady rhythm and he let me control the beat. His fingers weaved through my hair. Tugging. Holding onto me for dear life. All I could taste was Jacob. All I could feel was Jacob.

I took a breath, smiling up at him with my bruised lips. "I want you to-"

He put a single finger across my lips, then trailed the finger down until he landed on my breast. He gripped the nipple tight, his eyes smoldering. "That was incredible, little sub." His grip intensified as he gestured for me to stand up, never letting go of my nipple. I gasped when he took the other, squeezing it just as savagely.

His smile made my heart stop and my pussy clench with excitement.

"But what you want is irrelevant. It’s my turn now."

FIVE

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The tables had turned. Five seconds ago, Jacob was practically on his knees; his moans begging me not to stop. Now I was the one moaning, my nipples locked in his brutal touch, dangerously close to saying the word that would end it all. He relaxed his grip slightly, his voice a gentle caress.

"Do you want to proceed?"

The throb in my nipples spread out over me, a whisper that built in pitch until my body screamed for more. My skin was goose flesh, the warmth in my stomach a flurry of butterflies that made me shake. My core pulsed in time with my racing heart. There was only one option. One word that fell from my lips.

"Green."

He released my nipples, but his fingers were still beautiful torture devices. He stroked downward, his touch so gentle as he slid down my abdomen.

"You want me to touch you, don’t you?"