Page 12 of Interview with the Billionaire

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “Tell me.”

“Yours,” she said. “Oh, god, yes.”

He rolled to the side, then got off the bed, tossing his suit jacket aside. Then he held out his hand for her.

She took it without question, and he led her to the glass door and onto the side of the balcony that faced away from their pool deck, giving them complete privacy from anyone down there.

“Here,” he said, putting her hands on the railing. It was glass and iron, and though their property extended down to the distant beach and there was no one else in sight, just the thought that someone might see them excited him. Because she was his, and damned if he didn’t want everyone to know it.

He eased closer behind her, one hand teasing her nipple, the other sliding between her legs to play with her clit.

“You’re so wet. Is it me or the possibility of being seen?”

“You. Always you.”

“But?”

“Maybe it’s a little of both.”

He chuckled. “Close your eyes. Keep them closed.” He brushed his lips over the edge of her ear. “Do you see them? The people coming to the beach? The boats on the water with their binoculars and telescopes. What if they turned this way. What if they looked up? What would you do?”

“Whatever you told me to.”

“Good answer,” he said as he thrust his fingers inside her, then teased the spot that always made her squirm.

“Do you want me to fuck you like this? Claiming your ass with my cock, and your cunt with my fingers? Pressing you up against the edge so that you’re trapped between me and the glass with no where to go and the whole world watching? Do you want that? Does it excite you?”

“Yes. Oh, please, yes.” Her voice trembled, but she didn’t need to speak to answer. Her body shouted what she wanted. Hell, what she needed.

What he needed, too.

“Don’t move,” he said, then hurried inside, only to return minutes later with lube. “I’m going to make you explode,” he promised as he teased her ass with slick fingers, while his other hand played with her clit.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he said. “And I’m so hard.” He unzipped the pants that cost more than some cars, then pressed the tip of his rock-hard cock to her ass. She whimpered in protest when he pulled his hand away from her clit to tease her ass cheeks, and he felt her back go rigid as he eased inside her, then relax as she whispered, “Yes. Damien, please, yes,” as he moved slowly inside her, letting her adjust to the feel of him.

“More,” she said, but when he moved his hand back around to tease her clit, he found her own fingers there. “Naughty,” he said. “I like it.” He gave her ass one quick smack for disobeying and felt the sigh of pleasure run through her entire body. Then he put his hand on hers and brushed his lips against her ear. “We’re going to do this together, baby.”

“Yes. And Damien?”

“What is it baby.”

“Harder. Your cock. Please. Ride me harder.”

He was happy to oblige. He held her steady with one hand on her hip as he fucked her ass, his fingers fucking her as she teased her clit. She was so close. So was he. And with every one of her gasps and moans, he edged closer to release.

“Don’t stop.,” she begged. “Don’t stop.”

“Never. I want to stay like this forever. Lost inside you. Touching you. Hearing the sounds you make when you’re aroused. Knowing it’s me you want.”

“Only you. Only ever you—Damien.”

He felt the explosion come on, and he took his hand away long enough to cover her mouth just in case the kids were outside when she screamed, her body going wild around him, tightening, thrumming, bringing him all the way over.

Until finally, his body left hers, and he stumbled back.

“Don’t move. Keep your eyes closed.”

She nodded, and he went into the bathroom, then returned with a damp towel to clean them both up.