Page 47 of The Billionaire's Promise

At the time, it had felt like heaven, but now, I wasn't so sure. He was long and thick and very hard. I didn't have any techniques or tricks. I could probably count on one hand the number of times I'd participated in oral sex. My experience was mostly limited to missionary in the dark. But what I lacked in knowledge I made up for with raw need.

I needed to suck his cock. I needed to taste him, to lick him, to sink my fingers into that perfect ass as I pulled him into my mouth. I wanted to show him what I'd been thinking of all those years we'd kept our hands off each other.

Putting my mouth on his cock was at the top of that list.

I didn't know where to start, so I dove right in, parting my lips and closing them around the head of his shaft, licking and sucking before dropping down as far as I could. I didn't get further than halfway. Maybe with practice, and in a different position, I could take more of him. Based on Vance's groan, halfway was good enough.

My hands trailed up his legs, my fingertips absorbing the striations in his muscles, the silky skin, the rough rasp of his leg hair before rising to palm his tight ass. I stroked my lips over his length, pulling at him with slick pressure, and touching every inch of him I could reach.

I loved everything about having him in my mouth—his taste, the way he smelled, musky and male, the sounds he made, the way his fingers threaded through my hair. I don't know how long I was on my knees when Vance's grip in my hair tightened and he urged me back. I looked up at him in confusion. I know he liked what I was doing. His moans and his grip on my hair told me he did.

His eyes were midnight, lashes half lowered, red flags of color high on his cheekbones. He sat back on the couch, pulling me between his legs, then leaned forward to snag his jeans off the floor. Vance pulled something from the back pocket. A condom.

"I have to fuck you now," he said. I had no argument with that. I would've happily sucked his cock until he came in my mouth. I'd wanted to. He'd barely touched me and I was so wet. Every cell in my body strained toward Vance, wanting to be filled with him. Not just with his cock, but everything. Fingers. Mouth. Tongue. His heart. His soul.

All of him. I wanted all of him.

I watched him roll on the condom, scrambling to get rid of my black lace panties and bra. They'd felt like a sexy tease when I put them on that morning, but now, I just wanted Vance's skin against mine. The second I was naked, he pulled me onto the couch, straddling him. Two long fingers dipped between my legs.

"Fuck, Sugar. You're ready for me."

I was beyond speech. I rocked my hips into his fingers, taking more. He lined himself up and pulled me down, his hands on my hips slowing my descent, making sure I didn't take him too fast and that the stretch, the invasion of his body into mine, wasn't too much.

When he was in me to the hilt, I let out a breath, leaning forward, resting my temple against his cheek. It was so good. So right. His arms came around me, holding me to his chest, his heart thumping in a mad pace. I never wanted to move again.

Vance kept me there, pressed to his body, his breath warm against my cheek. I don't think I'd ever felt so safe, so wanted by anyone.

"I need to feel you come on my cock," he said, sliding his hand between our bodies, his fingers splayed across my abdomen, his thumb on my clit. His other hand dropped to my lower back, holding me in place. In a slow, lazy circle, he moved his thumb, pressing and rolling my clit until I squirmed, moaning low in my throat.

"Shh," he warned. "Don't wake Rosalie up."

I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't know if I could make that promise. It felt so good. I wanted to move, to ride him, but his arm around my hips held me still. I was so full of him, stretched wide, my clit tight against the base of his cock, trapped between his hard shaft and his thumb.

I stretched up, trying to move just a little, putting my breasts even with his face. Vance took advantage, closing his lips around one nipple and sucking hard. A gasp escaped before I bit my lip. I'd never thought about being quiet before. Not like this. It had never been an issue.

I loved Rosie to pieces, but I had to come. I was going to explode if I didn't come. And if I woke her up . . . that didn't bear thinking about. Vance switched breasts, licking then nipping, changing the pattern of pressure of his thumb on my clit, speeding it up, pressing harder.

Everything in my body tightened, the muscles in my pussy clenching down, pleasure gathering, coalescing into a knot of need and desperation that grew bigger with every twist of his thumb.

"Vance," I whispered, "please let me. I have to move."

"You want to come? Then come. Come for me, right now."

He turned his hand and caught my clit between his thumb and one finger, squeezing hard. A white-hot bolt of pleasure slashed through the knot of tension between my legs. I cried out, something between a gasp and a scream. I couldn't help it. The wave of bliss hit me just as Vance tumbled us both to the carpet and finally began to move.

He fucked me hard. My orgasm, finally set free, grew in waves that had me crying out, wrapping my legs around his hips and arching my back as he pounded inside me. Vance groaned out, "Magnolia" as he came, his breath harsh rasps in my ear.

I wasn't surprised to hear noise coming from the kitchen when my brain settled back into my skull. My cheeks flushed hot. We'd woken Rosie up having sex. We were the worst parents ever.

Vance had rolled to his back, taking me with him. I splayed across his long body, every muscle in mine limp. I didn't think I could move. I didn't want to move, except I could tell from Rosie's plaintive sounds that while she wasn't crying yet, she would be soon.

"I have to get up," I said. "I don't think I can look her in the eyes."

A rumble of laughter sounded from beneath me. "Who, Rosie? Magnolia, she's a baby, and she was in the other room. She doesn't know what we were doing."

"ButIknow."

"I'll get her. I'm not ashamed," he said, laughing. "I'm proud. If I didn't think you'd get pissed, I'd hire a sky writer to say,Magnolia Henry is the best lay in the universe."