The Taming of the Billionaire (Page 45)

“You sure don’t look like a computer nerd,” Edie murmured, her mouth practically watering at the sight.

He gave her one of those cocky grins. “I like to work out when I’m stumped. I’ve been working out a lot lately.”

“I can tell,” she murmured appreciatively, then gestured at the pants. “Take it all off. I want to see everything.”

“Bossy woman,” he said, but his hands went to his laces and he began to undo them with quick, decisive movements. When he stripped down to nothing but pads, underwear, and an athletic supporter that could barely hold his erection, her mouth definitely watered. He kicked his shoes off and pulled the rest of the clothing off in quick motions. Clearly the time for fucking around had passed; it was time to just fuck.

When he stood naked in front of her, he put his hands on his hips, his cock jutting. And, okay, it was a damn impressive cock—thick, with a heavy crown and a big pair of, erm, balls. It felt weird to point out that he had the biggest set of balls she’d ever seen, but really, he was magnificently formed. He also wasn’t moving. “Are you waiting for an engraved invitation?” Edie asked.

“Edie’s pussy requests the honor of my presence in roughly thirty seconds?” Magnus said, grinning. “And no, I was waiting for you to get naked. I want to see all of you.”

“Oh.” Of course he was. Feeling a little awkward, she tugged her top over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Her bra went next, and then her skirt and shoes. Her panties were still MIA from their earlier interlude in the gardens, and Edie was a little thrown off when she saw black streaks on the insides of her thighs. “What’s this from?”

He leaned forward and touched one of the streaks, then laughed and touched one of the nearly-rubbed off streaks of black paint under his eyes that had been part of his costume.

A hot blush scorched Edie’s face. How had she not noticed that he’d rubbed them off on her thighs? Dear lord. “Next time, maybe you should be an astronaut,” Edie said primly. “Girls won’t grab your junk then.”

He rolled his eyes as he climbed forward onto the bed and over her. “Are we going back to that?”

“Seeing as how we never discussed it? Yes, yes we are.”

“I didn’t even know who that girl was. She just started talking to me and then grabbed my dick. I told her to fuck off. The only one I want grabbing my dick is currently under me,” he said, giving her a long, thoughtful look. “And she has a pretty banging body, I must say.”

“All except the knee,” Edie said lightly, feeling a little tense. It wasn’t a pretty reconstruction. Hell, she was lucky it was functional, even if it was hideous in full light.

“I don’t mind the knee,” Magnus said, leaning in to drag his mouth along hers. “Least now I know when we play sexy games, I can always catch you.”

“That is a horrible thing to say,” she told him, but she laughed anyhow.

“Maybe I say horrible things just to make you smile,” he said between kisses, and pressed her back on the bed. His body covered hers, chest on hers, thighs between her own, his cock pressing against her sex. His hands sought hers and he linked his fingers with Edie’s, and gave her another kiss. “Maybe I like that under that tough exterior is a woman with the backbone of a noodle and a heart of gold.”

“Bullshit,” she said softly.

“Truth,” he said, propping up on his elbows. He rocked his hips against hers and she groaned as his cock pressed against her core. “You forget, Edie,” he whispered into her ear. “I’ve been inside you. And I know just how soft . . . and wet . . . and delicious you are.”

She moaned at his words.

“Now, wait right here,” he told her, nipping at her jaw. “And I’m going to get those condoms and then I’m going to come back and fuck the hell out of you, just like you want.”

“Hurry.”

He gave her a boyish grin and then flung himself off the bed with such haste that she laughed again, and he disappeared into the living room. A moment later he returned with the condoms they’d brought in and tore open the box. He unwrapped one condom and then rolled it on his length while Edie watched, breathless. Then when it was on, he looked up at her, gave her another scorching look that made her toes curl, and prowled back toward the bed once more. “This isn’t going to be a long, drawn-out fuck, I’m afraid.”

“No?” she whispered.

“Nope. I need you too much. We’ll do one later,” he said, crawling over her and pushing her thighs apart. “I need to be inside you.”

“I need you inside me, too—”

He shifted his hips and with one thrust, he was deep within her. Edie whimpered.

Magnus groaned. “God, that sound you make when my cock’s in you—”

“Sorry—”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said, mouth claiming hers again before declaring, “It’s fucking sexy as hell. I love wringing those throaty little whimpers from you.”

“You’re pretty good at getting them from me,” she agreed breathlessly, and gave another whimper when he pumped into her again. Her legs rose and she dug her calves into the backs of his thighs, needing more.

He kissed her again, hard, possessive. “So, Edie,” he murmured between thrusts. “I have to know. You ever come from just a good hard pussy pounding before?”

His filthy words made her tremble. “I, um . . . I don’t think I’ve ever tried it. I usually need, you know, other stuff—”