Page 42 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

“We’ll wake them,” she whispers breathlessly.

“Not if we’re quiet,” I murmur back. Not that we need to be. We both know that, but this game is fun, and I want to play.

So does she. A challenge sparks in her gaze. She lets out a hushed, delighted sigh as I coax her onto her back and blanket her with my body.

“I can try to be quiet,” she breathes, “but no promises.”

I nibble her ribs as I pull her shirt over her head. “If you get too loud, I’ll have to stop. You don’t want that, do you?”

She pouts her lower lip out, shaking her head.

“Then be a good girl and peel that shirt the rest of the way off.”

Anya follows orders deliciously, and now, her tits are in my face. I take full advantage of the change in scenery, gently biting and sucking and licking her into a frenzy. She tugs at her panties as much as she can without getting in my way.

But I’m not there yet.

I pin her hands at her sides. “Naughty.”

“I thought—you said—they’re in the way.”

I lock eyes on her so she knows I mean business. “They’re mine to do with as I please. Just like you.”

Her chest rises in a short, complicit breath of permission. When I release her hands, they stay put.

Fuck, she’d make such a good submissive.

But she’s not for keeping.

Ignoring the disappointment in my chest from the second thought, I wrap my fingers into the sides of her panties and oh-so-slowly tug them down her legs, tossing them someplace. It’s odd. My first thought when looking at her naked with only me here is,Bounty.

The woman is a feast for the senses. Ample and curvy in every direction, with lush thighs, a soft belly, and breasts that could make me weep if I stared at them for too long. Her scent is my new obsession, something lightly floral I can’t name. Those sweet sighs of hers are the only music I want to hear.

But right now, all I want is a taste.

I part her thighs abruptly and tuck in, wearing them as earmuffs. She squirms a little. “Gage, I?—”

Reluctantly, I look up. “Yes?”

“I should shower first?—”

A husky laugh cuts out of me. “So I can lose the taste of you? Fuck no.” I dive in, tongue first. Sweet. So fucking sweet. I thought I might lose myself in her eyes, but I was wrong. Here is where I’m meant to be for the rest of my life.

Or in this case, the next few days.

Damn that inner voice—full speed ahead. I suckle on her clit, memorizing her taste. Her moans are still loud enough to be heard over her thighs, which means the others might hear her through the wall. They might want to join in.

Not now. Now is just for me.

I peek up. “Bite the pillow if you can’t stay quiet, bad girl.”

She yanks one onto her face, and as much as I hate missing out on seeing her rapture, I don’t object. I want no interruptions from my brothers.

I use two fingers to enter her. Not one, but two, because I know what she needs. My greedy girl likes to be filled to the brim. When I hit the spot, her hips jump at my face, seeking more pleasure. I love this side of her, the wanton, reckless part of Anya she’s always hidden beneath sweater sets and pearls. The part of her that craves pleasure as much as I crave giving it to her.

Her pussy squeezes on my fingers rhythmically and even the pillow isn’t enough to contain her moans. I’m pretty sure my name is mixed in there, along with half a dozen curses.

I can’t take it any longer. I climb up her luscious body, tossing the pillow aside right before entering her. Fuck, she’s still coming, and now she’s coming on me. Few things are as addictive as that. Her bottom lip trembles as she bites it, trying not to cry out. I bend to her mouth to muffle her sounds.