Heart of the Billionaire ~ Sam (Billionaire’s Obsession #2)(19)
Author: J.S. Scott

Maddie bit her lip nervously. Really, what Sam meant was that he wanted revenge, a reciprocation that would probably involve breath-stealing kisses and erotic torture.

She shot a quick glance at the door.

“Don’t even think about it. I can be up and catching you within seconds, especially in those shoes,” he commented reasonably, but with an underlying dangerous tone. “Either come to me or I’ll come get you.”

She sighed, knowing she didn’t really want to get away. Slipping her feet out of her shoes, she slid into the lounger and was immediately encircled by strong arms that held her tightly against an equally muscular chest. “You’re so bossy,” she told him in a disgruntled voice.

“I always have been. You’re just noticing that now? Simon started accusing me of it from the time he could speak,” he retorted with laughter in his voice.

Actually, Sam’s take-charge manner was something that she had always admired about him, but now he took being authoritative to a whole new level. She supposed it had a lot to do with his success. “You’re different now,” she mused. He was cultivated and cultured, but she wasn’t so sure he had changed all that much on the inside. He was still as rough around the edges emotionally as he was back then. He just had learned to cover it in a bland, smooth exterior.

“Is that good or bad?” he asked, his hand sliding up and down her bare arm, leaving goose bumps on her flesh.

“Neither,” she answered, fairly certain that underneath the glitz and wealth, he was pretty much the same man. That fact was both terrifying and comforting.

“How have the new batteries been working out for you, Madeline?” he asked in a hoarse, low voice.

She snorted as she fingered his tie. “They were very…um…stimulating, thanks.”

“I had to fight with myself every night not to pound down the door of the guest bedroom, strip you naked and f**k you until you screamed with pleasure. I stroked myself off every night thinking about you pleasuring yourself.” His voice sounded desperate, and he pulled the tiny sleeve of her dress lower. “Then today, I had to try to hide my erection all afternoon and evening when I saw you in this f**k-me dress, especially once I knew your br**sts were bare, just waiting to be touched by my fingers, my mouth.” The bodice started to slip as he inched the dress down further. His hand entered the bodice from the side, pushing his way between the material and her bare breast.

Maddie’s core flooded with heat, her ni**les already hard and sensitive from his erotic words. She gasped as he cupped her breast possessively, lightly pinching her nipple. “Sam,” she murmured in a needy voice she barely recognized as her own.

He rolled her beneath him in a smooth maneuver that left her staring up at him longingly. Her breath hitched as she saw the hunger and need shining in those emerald eyes above her, a sight she had wanted to see for so very long from this one man, an erotic fantasy come true. “You’re mine, Madeline. You always have been and always will be. You might make me lose my f**king mind, but at least I’ll be happily insane.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

Her whole being craved Sam Hudson, and only him. His domination aroused her, his scent enveloped her in carnal desire. “Then take me, Sam.” No more waiting, no more questioning; there was only this man for her. He had always been the only one.

“You’re going to marry me, Maddie. Promise me you will,” he demanded, his hands pulling the sleeves down her arms, lowering the top half of her dress until her br**sts sprang free, leaving her arms trapped to her sides by the straps he had lowered.

“I’ll think about it,” she agreed, moaning as his mouth lowered to her br**sts, his hands pushing them together so he could switch from one breast to the other easily. His mouth bit gently at one nipple, then suckled it erotically before switching to the other. Back and forth, over and over, until Maddie was out of her mind from the pleasurable torment.

“Promise,” he commanded, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

She undulated her hips, thrusting her core against his hard erection, needing friction, needing to be filled, needing all of him. “For God’s sake just f**k me. We can talk about everything else later,” she told him vehemently as she yanked her arms outward, tearing the small sleeves without an ounce of regret, in order to free her hands to be able to touch him.

Her hands speared through his curls, holding his head against her breast, urging him to give her more. Moving her trembling fingers down his back, she wrapped her legs around his waist and ground her pelvis against his groin, desperate.

Lifting his head from her breast, Sam took her mouth, a dominant claiming that had her moaning against his thrusting tongue and grinding her saturated pu**y harder against his cock. His embrace was wild and rampant; his hands holding the back of her head, his desperate fingers making the clips in her hair fly away, keeping her still for his possession. Their tongues tangled in a hungry duel, both wild and untamed.

With a tormented, masculine groan, Sam came to his knees. He ripped off his tie and vest, tearing the buttons off without even taking the time to unfasten them. His shirt followed in the same manner, all of the discarded items hitting the floor without a care. Maddie sat up from her reclining position and Sam immediately grasped the zipper on the back of dress, lowered it and tugged the dress to her hips and then down her thighs as she lifted her ass for him to remove it.

“Christ, Maddie! You are the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Nothing even comes close,” he growled, standing to discard the rest of his clothing. His eyes never left her body as she reclined again. He stared blatantly as he removed his pants, socks and boxers, his eyes emanating liquid desire.

She gaped as she saw his c**k standing erect and enormous against his ripped abs, her empty pu**y clenching with need. Sam had a body that probably haunted every woman’s fantasies. Big, muscular and perfect. For her, he was the whole package, he was her Sam all over, including the intent, erotic look that he was shooting her from those intense eyes.

Always body conscious, she should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. Sam liked her curvy body and she was in excellent aerobic shape, working out several days a week. Seeing the look on his face, she didn’t regret a single curve at the moment. He obviously appreciated her rounded hips and larger than average br**sts. He made her feel like a sex goddess, a very unusual and erotic feeling for her.

“Come,” she begged him, her arms reaching for him. She needed to feel his body against hers, filling her.