The Billionaire and the Virgin

“Rob,” she complained, shoving at his shoulder. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not,” he said, and brushed his lips over that sweet nipple again. “I love each and every one of your responses, sweetheart. They’re fucking incredible.”

She pressed closer to him, and he took the hint, pulling her nipple into his mouth, his arm locked around her back to hold her in place. His other hand went to his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it, hoping she wouldn’t notice that he was working himself under the water.

But Marjorie was past noticing much of anything beyond herself. She moaned loudly, and her hands went to his hair, holding his head to her breast.

And fuck, that was sexy. He began to work his cock even as he dragged his tongue up and down her nipple, figuring out what she liked. He used teeth, he licked hard, he licked soft, trying to see what would elicit the best responses from her. And all the while she moaned and clung to him like she’d never felt anything like what he was doing to her before.

Hell, she probably hadn’t. And that just made him harder. He gave his cock a vicious stroke and immediately came, spurting into the rolling water. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice.

“Your tongue,” she moaned. “Oh gosh, Rob, that feels incredible.”

“I’d lick you all over if you’d let me,” he told her in a husky voice, switching to her other breast. The ache in his cock had been released, and now he was free to concentrate on her as she deserved. “From your head to your toes. And I’d probably lick your pussy for hours, just to see how you’d react when you got all sensitive and needy.”

She shuddered against him, her little nipple tight against his lips as he spoke. “I . . . I . . .”

“What, sweetheart?” He tongued her nipple, gazing up at her lovely face.

A wave slapped him in the face, drenching him.

He sputtered, and she giggled, and the moment died a little death.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Before he could answer, another wave smacked him in the face, and he coughed, getting to his full height and wiping the water from his eyes. “I don’t think the beach is the right place for me to spend lots of time on your breasts, sadly. Not if I don’t want to drown.”

“All right,” she said. “I guess I should find my top, then.”

They located her top through sheer luck, as it had drifted only a short distance away. Marjorie put it back on, and Rob watched her breasts move and shimmy as she tied everything in place. Then, when she was ready, she offered him her hand and they walked back to the shore, where Rob retrieved his clothes, put them on, and then Marjorie got out of the water. He figured she wasn’t ready to look at him naked just yet.

He supposed that was fine.

For now.

Chapter Seventeen

Rob walked Marjorie back to her room that night, and they kissed at her doorstep for what felt like forever. He wished—rather fervently—that she would invite him in, but she only gave him a shy smile and that was it. That was fine, really. He wanted her to be comfortable, and maybe he’d pushed his Marjorie a little too far with their play in the waves. Maybe she’d realized he’d jerked off while he sucked on her breasts, and that had alarmed her. He didn’t know what her boundaries were yet—mostly because she didn’t, either.

Vaguely unsatisfied but still pleased, Rob headed back to his room and undressed, showered, jerked off, and went to bed instead of turning to his computer for late-night work.

He’d just drifted off when a noise woke him from his sleep.

Rob peered blearily at his dark hotel room. It was almost midnight—one hour after he’d left Marjorie. He hadn’t been asleep for long. What had awoken him?

A soft, hesitant knock came at his door. That must have been what had roused him. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up, realized he was naked, and wrapped a sheet around his waist before heading to the door.

A peek out the peephole showed Marjorie on the other side, hair tousled, looking anxious. She wore a pair of pink flannel pajamas.

Oh, shit. He unchained the door. “What’s wrong?”

She rushed into his room, pushing inside. Before he could ask what the problem was again, her mouth was on his, and she was kissing him wildly. Stunned, Rob didn’t respond for a moment, and then he slammed the door shut, dropped his sheet, and dragged Marjorie against him.

They kissed like animals, teeth clashing, tongues molding against one another, until he grabbed her hips and dragged them against him, pressing his cock against her, like he had in the water. She made a startled noise and broke the kiss, a flush on her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.

“Hey.” He kissed her again, this time a little softer, since her lips looked bruised from the force of their shared excitement. “Why are you here?”

“I just . . . I . . .” Her face grew redder and redder and she looked anxious. She glanced down at her hands and then jerked her gaze back up. “Um . . . you’re naked.”

“I sleep naked,” he agreed, amused. She was so shy about the most random things. Here she came into his room, kissing him like a demon, and couldn’t look at his erect dick without losing it? Plus, this was something she was already familiar with. “Remember when you checked me out on the couch?”

She gasped. “You were awake?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, dragging her against him again. He touched a hand to her cheek and brought her mouth close to his for another kiss. “So what brings you here late at night, sweetheart?”