Page 40 of Billionaire’s Game

“Yep. You guessed it.”

“So, are you happy doing it?”

“Happy?” He shrugged. “I don’t think about happiness much. I just work.”

“Sounds like a sad existence,”

“Ouch. Let’s talk about something else.” He surprised me then by reaching out and touching my face.

I sucked in a breath and held his eyes which were filled with heat.

“What do you want to talk about?”

He didn’t answer. He just leaned over and kissed me. I returned the kiss, moaning as his lips caressed mine. He was a great kisser and his lips were warm and soft. He took his time, moving his lips gently over my own.

I was hot and bothered, growing wet in mere seconds as his lips moved over mine. And then he was lifting me up, bringing me into his lap again as if he needed me closer. He continued kissing me as he let his hand slide under my top. I gasped and pulled away. He instantly pulled his hand back.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I swallowed thickly and tried to speak, but couldn’t. I just shook my head and pulled his lips back to my own, sighing against the feel of his hand as it made its way yet again to just below my ribcage.

And as he abandoned my lips and started kissing my neck, he freed one of my breasts from my bra and began to play with my nipple until it was hard and pressing against his hand, begging for attention.

He shoved my top up then and placed gentle kisses across my collarbone, making a path with his lips to my breast. He teased my nipple between his fingers before pulling it into his mouth.

His mouth was warm and wet and I moaned as he sucked my nipple, alternating tempo and pressure.

I gasped his name and he took that moment to shove my bra down and release my other breast. He fondled one with his hand while sucking on the nipple of the other.

The sensation was exquisite, and I shuffled a little on his lap, trying to press my sex against his leg. I wanted him badly, more than I’d ever wanted any guy. Something about Magnus made me hot all over. And for that reason, I knew my attraction to him was dangerous. Magnus’s kisses, his touch, the feel of his fingers caressing my nipples, the feel of his tongue on my breast, was addictive. I knew I would want more, need more.

He ran his hand up between my thighs, coming close to my sex but not touching it. “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked again, bringing my arms up so I could wrap them around his neck.

He looked down into my eyes and I returned his look. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe; my longing for him was that strong. I only nodded and pulled him close to me.

His lips met mine again and I opened my mouth just a little as his lips and tongue teased my own. He quickly rid me of my shorts and shoved my panties down before lowering me to the couch. He stood up then and I watched in anticipation as he freed himself of his shirt and then unbuttoned and pushed down his jeans. I reached out and grabbed his impressive cock, rubbing the tip and playing with the drop of moisture I found there. He tossed his head back and groaned. I continued to stroke him boldly and then he finally stilled my hand.

He climbed on top of me, balancing his weight on the narrow couch, tucking me under him before kissing me again. I tried to deepen the kiss, and as I did he used his thighs to open mine wider so he could gently push into me.

My lips stilled and I quickly took in a deep breath as he pushed himself into my wetness inch by glorious inch.

I moaned and arched my hips as he went deeper into me. I thought it would hurt or that he would be met with resistance, but I was so wet, he slid into me easily, pausing to kiss one cheek and then the other as he fully sheathed himself.

And then once he was buried inside of me, he started to move. He raised himself on his elbows and began to move his member in and out of me.

I moaned again and wrapped my legs around his waist. My hips shot up to meet every single one of his thrusts and my femininity greedily pulled at his shaft. My inner muscles tightened around him, keeping him snug and close, and he groaned my name as he tried to pull out, only to be stopped by my quaking sex around his own.

“Magnus....”

“Am I hurting you?”

I shook my head and ran my hands across his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his body crushed against mine as he continued moving in and out of me.

I bit into his shoulder, trying to hold back from the orgasm building inside of me. It started as a dull ache radiating from my sex, moving upward through my entire body. I tossed back my head and screamed as he thrust into me again, pushing and pumping into me over and over. He pulled away from me and pulled my thighs further apart. He took my butt in his large hands and pulled me forward, thrusting into me mercilessly. Gone was the gentleness of earlier and in its place was an almost animalistic lust. And I didn’t care, I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more. I wanted it harder, faster, deeper. And so that’s what I asked for, and he complied.

And then he began to come, shouting my name as he pushed into me one last time before spilling his seed inside of me.

He kissed me again gently and wrapped me in his arms. It felt comforting and right. And just like that, I fell asleep in a deep, satisfied, post-coital slumber.