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The Billionaire's Favourite Mistake(33)



And he slipped his fingers into the waistband.

He could feel her suck in a breath, felt her body tense against his.  But she didn't pull away. Instead, she tilted her neck a bit more, so he  could continue to kiss it. Oh, he'd do that all right. He'd do that and  more. He pushed a bit further, hand moving into her panties. There were  the curls shielding her sex, and then he touched her folds.

She was soaking wet.

Asher groaned. "Fuck, you're so damn wet, Greer. You like it when I touch you?"

Her shuddering breath was the only response he got.

That was all right. He'd make her respond, wouldn't he? He knew how to  touch her to make her body sing, and he'd show her that right now. His  fingers slid over the wet seam of her pussy, gliding and stroking  through her slick folds. His soft, sweet Greer. Touching her was  paradise. He could stay here for hours and just let his fingers play  over her body, endlessly teasing her.

But he wanted to do more. He wanted to give her more than just teasing.  He pushed his fingers a little deeper and sought out her clit. The tiny  bud was stiff, and her entire body jerked against his when he grazed  it.         

     



 

She moaned and reached backward, her hand going to the back of his neck, her other moving to press over his hand.

He paused-was she going to make him stop? But instead of pulling his  hand away from her, she pressed his fingers back against her clit,  encouraging him. Guiding him.

Fuck, that was hot. Asher groaned and rocked his aching cock against  her backside. He pressed a finger against her clit and then tapped it,  testing her responses. He noticed that her body grew tense against his  when he circled her clit with a slow, wet fingertip, and that her  fingers tightened against him when he did. He switched to circling  strokes over and over again, and felt each little shock as it ran  through her body. "Can't wait to bury my face here," he breathed into  her ear and then nipped it. "You're going to coat my face with your  juices, aren't you?"

Her entire body shuddered against him and she gave a small, wordless  cry, her eyes squeezing shut. Had she come already? That was damn sexy.  He wondered how many times he could make her come in one session of  lovemaking.

Only one way to find out, he realized with a grin.

She kept trembling against him, so he continued to glide his finger  against her clit in leisurely circles, saying filthy things into her ear  as he nibbled on it. How he was going to use his tongue right where his  fingers were, how he was going to drink in her taste, how he was going  to lick her for hours until she was screaming for more. Her lips parted  and she whimpered long and loud, and then eventually pushed his hand  away, her orgasm finished.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. "That was sweet," he murmured, cupping  her mound. He loved how gloriously wet she was, and how he could hold  her so possessively against him. He itched to find that small, sensitive  clit again and wring another orgasm out of her, but he had more plans  for her body, and he wanted her naked. "How am I doing so far?"

Greer's shuddering breath told him everything. But then she said, "Adequate."

Aha. A challenge. He did love a challenge.

"I can do better," he told her, and slid his hand out of her pants. His  fingers were wet with her juices and he brought them to his mouth,  hungry to taste her flavor. "Delicious."

"Is it?" She sounded breathless. Or maybe titillated. Or both. He'd take either one.

"Mmmhmm." He licked her juices from his hand, pleased that she watched. "I'd offer to share but I'm a greedy bastard."

Her cheeks heated. "I'm not sure I want to taste myself, thank you."

"You'll taste yourself on my mouth after I lick that sweet pussy of  yours." He loved the look on her face as she blushed. Oh, he was so  going to do everything he was promising and more. Greer was delightful  to tease, and even more delightful to touch. "Now, though, I want you  naked."

She nodded.

He released her, pleased when she swayed on her feet, as if boneless  from her orgasm. She righted herself a moment later and then unzipped  her slacks, dropping them to the ground and neatly stepping out of them.  Her panties were as delicate as her bra, telling him that she'd been  thinking more about their relationship in the last week than just their  phone calls. It made him have hope. Hope that she wouldn't hate him for  the rest of her life.

Asher watched as she daintily stepped out of the panties, and his mouth  watered at the sight of her ass, beautiful and tight. Her hips were  lovely, her skin smooth and her curves soft. He wanted to run his mouth  over all of her, especially when she turned and he saw the dark thatch  between her legs. He wanted to bury his face in those curls and claim  her as his own again. "You're lovely, Greer. I don't care if you believe  me or not, but I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe it.  I'm the luckiest man in the world because I get to have you right now."

She smoothed a hand through her long hair, then drew some of it over  her breast as if to hide herself. "I looked better naked a few months  ago, before this." Her fingers skimmed over the gentle swell of her  stomach.         

     



 

Impossible, because now you're rounded with my child and mine in all  ways, he thought but didn't say aloud. "I think your body looks gorgeous  just like this."

Her mouth twitched with amusement. "Because of these?" She cupped her breasts and jiggled them.

God, had he thought his cock couldn't get any harder? He was clearly  wrong. The sight of her clasping her own tits was making his balls  tighten, need throbbing through him. "Because of those," he said, and  filled his hands with her breasts, caressing her. "And because of  these," he continued, sliding his hands down to her hips. Then, he went  back to her stomach and traced his fingers over it lightly. "And because  of this."

Her expression grew soft. "Asher . . ."

He couldn't help it; he knew he was supposed to not care about the  baby, but fuck that. She was beautiful, and she was his, and it was his  son she was carrying. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her belly.  "Hmm?"

"You . . . you need to get naked, too."

He looked up at her and grinned. "I can do that. Do you want to undress me or shall I do the honors?"

"I want to do it."

Again, she surprised and pleased him. He liked that his Greer was both  curious and eager. Shy, yes, but absolutely willing to try things. A man  couldn't ask for more. He got to his feet and took a step backward,  then extended his arms out to his sides. "Do with me as you like. I'm  all yours."

A wicked little smile curved her face. God, that was cute. She threw  her shoulders back, that glorious hair cascading down her back as she  moved toward him. Her hands went to the front of his jacket, and she  fisted the lapels and dragged him down to her height and pressed her  mouth to his.

Asher groaned again. Heaven help him, was she going to turn into the  seducer in their game? His cock might not be able to handle it.

She broke the kiss and then nipped at his mouth, imitating his actions  from earlier. "You're quite a bit taller than me, you know."

"Want me to get you a stool?"

She chuckled, the sound throaty. It made his cock throb with need.  "Very funny." She jerked at his jacket, sliding it down his shoulders,  and then turned around him, slowly tugging it off. She studied him, and  he knew there was no hiding the erection that strained at the front of  his pants. Hell, he didn't want to hide it. In his fevered fantasies, he  wanted her to get curious about it and explore him like he had her.

But she moved back to his front and began to undo the buttons on his  dress shirt, her body close enough to his that his erection brushed  against her with every movement. When she pulled his shirt open, it  revealed his white undershirt and she gave him a teasing look. "So many  layers. You dress quite demurely, Mr. Sutton."

"I don't like to flash cleavage during board meetings."

Laughter pealed out of her, and he was utterly enchanted. Had he  thought she was beautiful before? She took his breath away, especially  when she smiled and shook her head, clearly amused by his joke. "Just  makes it a bit more effort for me."

"Let me know if you get tired and I can take over."

She snorted and tugged his undershirt free of his belt. "If I get  tired, you will be the first one I let know." Her hands pushed his  undershirt up, and he knelt so she could pull it over his head, leaving  him bare from the waist up.

He rubbed a hand over his chest, scratching at a bit of dark chest hair  dusting his pectorals. "Want to pause and admire the scenery?"

"Do be quiet." Her hands moved to his chest and she trailed a finger  over one nipple and then down the center of his chest to his happy  trail. "I'm concentrating."