Page 20 of The Rebel Billionaire

"A while," she repeated. I traced my finger across her collarbone, savoring the silky skin revealed by the loose neckline of her thin T-shirt. She leaned into my hand as I slid my fingers up her neck to bury them in her hair, cupping the back ofherhead.

"Just in case you forgot," I said, tilting her face to mine, "it usually startslikethis."

I planned to kiss her slowly, to seduce her with my mouth and my hands, to chase away all of her doubts. The second our lips touched, slow went out thewindow.

Her mouth opened to mine, her breath hitching in her chest as my tongue stroked her lips. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to absorb her. Her hands snaked under my shirt, fingers splayed over my back, arms pulling me intoherbody.

Too many clothes. I wanted her skin bared to me. I wanted to seeeverything.

Dragging my mouth from hers was a struggle. I could kiss this woman all day. Stepping back, I tugged my shirt over my head and tossed it on thefloor.

Hers was next. Obedient, for once, she lifted her arms for me and let me strip off her shirt. Bare to the waist, she was so perfect my mouth watered for a tasteofher.

Her breasts weren't big, not more than a handful, capped with tight pink nipples the exact shade of her lips. Was her pussy the same? I hadtoknow.

Nodding to her cutoffs, I said, "Dropthem."

Her cheeks flushed, but she unfastened the button and slowly lowered the zipper. With a shimmy of her hips that I felt in my cock, she shoved the denim shorts downherlegs.

"Liar," I said, my eyes locked on the tiny lace thong hiding herpussy.

Sheshrugged.

"Now you," she said, her gaze locked on the tent of my hard cock in myjeans.

I had them on the floor beside her shorts in a second. Closing my hands around her waist, I lifted her off her feet, grinning at her gasp ofsurprise.

Tossing her on the futon, I pulled her to the edge and knelt betweenherlegs.

"I thought you were a good girl, Charlotte. But good girlsdon'tlie."

"I am a good girl," sheprotested.

"Then what's this?" I asked, sliding my finger beneath the lace of her thong and dragging it down from the edge of her hipbone to just above herpussy.

Her breath caught in her chest, and she let out awhimper.

"Don't you wish you'd been telling the truth?" I asked, tugging at the lacethong.

Charlotte nodded, reaching down to slide the thong over her hips. Grabbing her hands, Istoppedher.

"Nope. Keep those there. Liars getpunished."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice thin andstrained.

"Exactly what I was going to do when I thought you were naked under those cutoffs. Only now, this will be intheway."

To illustrate, I leaned down and licked her throughthelace.

Charlotte let out a long moan, her thighs trembling on either side of my shoulders. Holding her hands in mine to keep them still, I licked again, tasting her throughthelace.

She'd showered, but she still smelled of woman, musky andsweet.

"Lift your legs," I said, nudging her thigh with oneshoulder.

She raised them, bracing her feet on my arms. Fucking perfect. Spread like that, the thong hidnothing.

Now I was the liar. Eating her through the thong wasn't a punishment. The lace was so thin it was barely there, almost transparent now that it was soaked from my mouth and her ownarousal.