Page 58 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

“Fuck, Elana,” I gasp, completely taken aback by what she’s doing. I didn’t think she would be able to on the first try, but there’s nothing predictable with her. I fist a handful of her hair and push down harder until I feel her hand pushing against my thigh, and her pleading gags echo throughout the room. No, this is what I want framed in my bedroom. I pull her back by her hair, and she takes a deep breath once her throat is free again. I tug on her hair and make her look at me.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I tell her, and the corner of my lips curls up at her worried expression.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asks between breaths.

“Quite the opposite, baby. But now that I know what you’re capable of,” I cock my head to the side, “I’m going to fuck your mouth until I come downyour throat.”

The look she gives me is absolutely priceless. She opens her mouth to say something, but I quickly slide my cock into her mouth again. She looks up at me through her lashes, and I feel her tongue draw a circle around the head.

Fuck, this girl is going to be the death of me.

“Take a deep breath, baby.” With a fistful of her hair, I push her head further down and back up, watching my cock disappear into her mouth. I pick up the pace, flexing my hips, going faster and faster, deeper and deeper until I hit the back of her throat again. She gags but doesn’t push against me. “Look at you, getting your mouth fucked. Do you know how hot you look, baby?” Her only response is a moan as I use her mouth. Fuck, I’m so close. She looks up at me as I push her head up and down. The sight sends me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I spill into her mouth as I pump into it again and again until the waves subside.

I slide out of her mouth and tilt her head back, but before I can tell her she can spit it out—

“Did you swallow it?” I ask with visible disbelief. She bites her lip and gives me a mischievous smile. Ikneel, completely in awe of the woman before me. I cup her face between my hands and shake my head. “You are a fucking goddess, Elana.”

“Can I sleep with you?” Elana is sitting on my bed with a towel wrapped around her. I take a T-shirt from one of my drawers and walk out of the closet. A few steps, and I’m in front of her, looking down at the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

“Put it on and hop in.” I hand her my T-shirt with a wink. She grins as she takes it from me and slides it over her head, the fabric hanging loosely around her slender frame. She pulls the towel from under the shirt and tosses it on the floor.

“Thank you.” She looks up at me with a grateful smile.

“Get in bed.”

“Yes, Mr. Morgan.” She giggles, her voice soft as she crawls under the covers.

“Wait here.” Before she can question me, I make my way to her room, quickly scanning the areauntil I find what I’m looking for. With a small, familiar night light in hand, I return to my room.

“Here,” I say, plugging it into the nearest outlet beside the bed.

She stares at the night light for a few moments before her eyes meet mine, full of gratitude and an emotion I’m unable to decipher.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

I lean down and plant a kiss on her lips before walking to the other side of the bed and sliding under the covers. Leaning closer, I press a tender kiss to her forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling back slightly.

I turn off the bedside lamp, leaving only the glow of the nightlight illuminating the room.

“See you tomorrow.” She kisses my cheek and plops her head back down on my pillow. Without hesitation, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tight to me.

“Go to sleep, little duck, before I change my mind and keep you up all night.”

Chapter twenty-four

~ELANA~

I wake up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room. For a moment, I’m disoriented, my mind still waking up from the dreamless sleep. Then, as consciousness fully returns, I realize I’m not in my bed. Adrian’s familiar scent on the pillows and sheets around me reminds me of where I am.

Stretching lazily, I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. That’s when I notice the note on the nightstand. I reach for it and unfold the paper, a smile tugging at my lips as I read it.

I hope you slept well. Breakfast will be ready shortly. Come down whenever you’re ready.

Still clad in his T-shirt, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, the fabric falling around me like a makeshift dress.

Downstairs, I make my way over to the sound of clattering pots and sizzling pans. I find Adrian in the kitchen, his black sweatpants hanging loosely around his hips and the muscles on his back dancing with each movement. He looks up as I enter with a twinkle in his eyes. Gosh, he’s breathtaking.