Beauty and the Billionaire (Page 42)
Beauty and the Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #2)(42)
Author: Jessica Clare
Gretchen ran a finger along the edge of the table. “Kind of a shame that this is occupied. I can think of some naughty uses for such a nice, flat surface.”
Hunter moved past her and, before she could protest, he lowered his arm and raked everything off the table in a loud crash. Plants tumbled to her feet, splashing dirt on her serviceable black sandals. A long smear of dirt marred his expensive tuxedo.
Then he stood there, watching her with intense eyes, breathing deep.
She kicked off her shoes, her panties growing wet at his impulsive move. A man who would destroy hours of careful work simply because he wanted to f**k her on the table? Hot. She tsked at him. “You’re ruining your jacket. I think it needs to come off.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed, and he shrugged the jacket off his shoulders, dropping it to the ground. His gaze never left her.
Mmmm. His intensity was doing delicious things to her. Her pulse throbbed low, her sex growing slick. She moved forward, edging between him and the table. “My, you’re quite responsive today, aren’t you?”
He captured her hand when she reached for his bowtie. His other hand slid under her dress and pressed up against her now-wet panties. “You’re ruining these,” he whispered huskily, turning her words against her. “I think they need to come off.”
Gretchen moaned at the feel of his hand there. “How quickly the tables turn,” she breathed. Excitement was rushing through her and she wriggled against his hand, unable to resist pressing her mound against his fingers. “If I take them off, are you going to f**k me on this table?”
“Yes.” His eyes gleamed. “And it won’t be polite.”
Her hands trembled as she reached for the hem of her dress. “No?”
“It’s going to be hard and rough,” he murmured, sliding his fingers up her mound to drag down the fabric of her panties in a possessive gesture. “You’ll probably scream my name a few times.”
“Oh, wow,” she said, dazed at his words. Her thighs clenched in excitement. “When you take control, you really take control, don’t you?”
“Is that a problem?”
“Good. I want you, and I don’t want to wait another minute,” he murmured, dragging her panties down her thighs. She obediently spread her legs so he could tug them downward, and then she let them slide to the greenhouse floor and kicked them aside.
As soon as she did, his hands were on her h*ps and he lifted her to the table surface. She perched on the edge, her breathing rushed and excited. Lordy, this was hot.
He pushed her backward a little, and then he hiked up her dress, exposing her p**sy. She sucked in a breath when he placed his mouth on her. “Oh, Hunter.” Her fingers curled in his hair. “You are way too good at that.”
He didn’t respond, but simply tongued her cl*t harder, his fingers spreading the lips of her sex to expose her fully to his mouth.
She whimpered at the barrage of sensations, her h*ps flexing involuntarily. Her hands scrambled for something to hold on to, to brace herself on, but there was nothing but Hunter. She moaned when his tongue circled her cl*t with fierce little circles, her fingers tangling in his hair again. “Need you so bad, baby,” she breathed.
He jerked up, and his face looked furious for a moment. “Damn it.”
Fear suddenly flooded through her. “What is it?”
“Condoms. Don’t have one.”
Relief swam through her. “Is that all? Fuck it.” Her legs dragged around his shoulders, hooking him in place. “I’ll get on the Pill.”
“Today,” she murmured, “just pull out. Come on my belly.”
His groan of need was loud and brutal. “You sure?” he asked even as he continued to drag her dress up her body, exposing her all the way to her bra.
“God, yes. I need you inside me.” She squeezed her h*ps again. “Right now.”
That was all the incentive he needed. Hunter stood and she heard his zipper before he pulled her h*ps down to the edge of the table. She felt his c*ck against her entrance, and then he hammered into her with a single move.
Her groan of pleasure matched his.
“I love you, Gretchen,” he gritted out, even as he began to thrust into her with rough strokes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
He sounded wild, out of control, and it excited her even more. Each pounding stroke slammed her into the table and sent a wave of intense pleasure through her. She whimpered again, digging her fingernails into his shoulders as he continued to ram into her, his thrusts hard just like he promised.
And when she began to come, she did, in fact, scream his name.
He bit out a curse when she began to clench around him, and he pulled out of her. A moment later, hot seed splashed on her stomach as he stroked his cock, groaning.
She lay still beneath him as he finished, and when he was done, he inhaled deeply, opened his eyes, and fixed his intense gaze on her. His cheeks flooded with color. “I think I ruined your dress.”
“Or gave me a great excuse not to go back to the party,” she told him languidly. Man, she felt amazing now. She didn’t even mind that she had dirt in her hair. “But I suppose you have to go back, right?”
“Hell no,” he growled, tearing off his bowtie and then unbuttoning his shirt. When he pulled it off, he began to towel his cum off her stomach. “They can all leave as far as I’m concerned. I’m not letting you get away from me ever again.”
She smiled up at him. “You say the sweetest things, you sexy beast.”
“I mean every word of it,” he told her, his eyes serious. “I love you. You have no idea how much.”
Emotion clogged her throat as she sat up on the table. She carefully put her hands on each side of his face and gently kissed him. “I might love you more.”
He grinned, a boyish smile of delight crossing his face that made her heart clench with emotion. “Using this table might have been a regrettable action.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” she said in a low, purring voice. “I feel pretty good.”
“I destroyed all of the roses I was working on for you, though. The crossbreeds.”
She shrugged and wrapped her arms around his bare shoulders. “Guess I’ll have to stick around for the next batch.”
“It might take months before they’re ready again.”
“I’m in no rush,” she said softly. “I plan on being at your side for quite a while.”