The Billionaire's Game(62)

“Thank you for this. That was wonderful,” she told him genuinely. “It was one of the best things I’ve ever done. One of the few things.”

“Do I want to know about the others?” Kade asked, stopping at the door of the building.

“I can only think of one thing that felt more incredible.” Asha grinned at him. “And I experienced that with you, too.”

“That so?” he asked dangerously, pinning her against the door with his body.

Asha wrapped her arms around his neck, desperately needing to feel Kade skin-to-skin with her. “Yes.” She looked up into his smoldering blue eyes and her heart skittered. He looked tense, the dark circles under his eyes more pronounced, and she wanted to sooth him, comfort him, make him lose himself in something other than the negative emotions he’d been experiencing for the last few months. In that moment, she hated what she’d had to do to get herself together. It was obvious that Kade cared. He might not love her, but he definitely stressed over her, worried about her. And she’d caused him pain.

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” she told him gently, smoothing the circles under his eyes and the lines of tension on his face. “I didn’t mean to.” Her hand slid down his chest, over his ripped abs and finally stroked over his jeans, caressing the sizeable erection trying to burst through the seams of the denim. “You’re so hard.”

“Fuck!” Kade captured her roaming hand in his own and went into the garage, tugging her behind him. “I need that drink to cool off. Don’t start something I can’t finish,” he rumbled in an ominous tone.

They moved past several vehicles and ended up in an office that Asha assumed belonged to Travis. “I’ll finish it,” Asha told him quietly, feeling awkward to actually be sexually aggressive, but she wanted to be. She wanted to do things with Kade that she never wanted with any other man. Although she loved Kade’s passionate alpha male sexuality, she longed to please him.

And she was beyond ready to spread her wings a little and try.





Kade gulped hard, trying to swallow a lump in his throat that felt like it was the size of a small boulder. A look somewhere between desire and determination was radiating from her expression, and he knew she had something in mind, something that would probably turn him inside out and upside down…again.

Glancing around the office, he noted that there wasn’t much here. There was a tattered couch, a desk and chair, and the fridge. The carpet looked anything but clean, smudges of grease from the garage dotting various areas of the floor. “I’m not taking you here,” Kade told Asha roughly. “It’s not clean.”

Asha gave him a sultry smile and unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. “No problem. I plan to get…dirty.”

“Asha, I—”

“Please let me,” Asha said in a vulnerable voice. “I’ve never tried seducing a man before, and I’ve never tasted you, but I want to. I was never brave enough before.”

Holy fuck! Kade nearly spent himself in his jeans as Asha slowly lowered his zipper and traced her fingers over his cock through the silken material of his boxers. Everything inside him wanted to strip her and bury himself inside her, but he didn’t. This was a moment he wanted to savor, his little butterfly trusting him, trying to break away from her cocoon. Kade promised himself he wouldn’t move, wouldn’t spoil the moment. But Christ, it was going to be hard, and he wasn’t sure how much harder it could get before he lost it. “Take control, Asha,” he told her, nearly choking as her fingers inexpertly fumbled with the cock she’d just liberated from his jeans and boxers.

“I want to please you,” she whispered, uncertainty making her voice tremble.

She pleased him just by existing, so having her hands on him was ecstasy. He reached down and covered her hand with his, showing her how to stroke him. “Kiss me,” he demanded, unable to go another minute without somehow being inside her.

Taking her eyes off his cock, she lifted her head and placed her mouth to his, her tongue pushing boldly past his lips, searching for his tongue.

Don’t take control. This is Asha’s moment.

Kade told himself that over and over as Asha’s tongue explored the recesses of his mouth, starting to enter and retreat, matching the pace with the pumps to his cock. Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, she held him tightly, her fingers threaded through the hair at his nape.

When she finally pulled her mouth from his, she left him panting, his hand encouraging faster pumps to his cock. He couldn’t take this for very long, not without being inside her.