Page 61 of Billionaire’s Promise

“I would like to get to know that part of your world.” I whispered as liquid fire started to dominate my lower body.

“Oh princess, you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

I had a small taste of just that when he kissed me.

15

Kai

I couldn’t believe what came out of her mouth. Dirty thoughts flashed through my mind at a million miles an hour, or whatever unit brain scientists used to measure brain activities. Suddenly, I saw life in my much-neglected playroom. The very same one that I thought about transforming into some kind of Zen meditation room. Fuck mindfulness.

She really did surprise me. My impression of her – the innocent good girl – really needed a re-evaluation. I grinned like a giddy teenager who had just heard the word boob for the first time.

At the same time, I felt like an old computer, unable to process the information presented in front of me. I didn’t know how best to handle this woman.

We sat on the sides of the chairs at our table, facing each other. A jolt of electricity went through my body, from the bottom of my feet to the top of my skull. That was when I realized that June wasn’t wearing her heels anymore. Her toe was stroking my ankle as light as a feather.

The little game of footsie she was playing sent blood flowing straight to my southern regions.

Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were the darkest shade of green I had ever seen. That was a signal. Strong and clear.

There was something else in her eyes, and it felt like a challenge. Daring me to rock her world. I looked around the room. Most of the guests had left. There were a few drunk stragglers left wandering around the other parts of the venue, but we were alone.

I lifted her chin and planted my lips on hers. That was when I knew that I had done something dangerous.

Her kiss was hot, wet and urgent. Gone were the innocent little pecks that we’d shared before. A purring sound escaped her mouth causing my cock to harden.

She had been a regular guest in my fantasies. My fantasies and my dreams. More often than I would ever admit.

All the women that I had fucked, however filthy and animalistic it got, didn’t compare to this moment with June. Every one of my escapades in the past lacked the sensual and intense lust that I found with her. My fantasies of June had always been better than my real-world experiences. In my fantasies, lust and sensual sex was achievable, and there was no other woman who made me feel that way.

I would have never guessed that she was curious about my hobby. My cock got harder as images of what I wanted to do to her flashed through my eyes. The throbbing was so hard that it started to hurt.

My fingers would no longer take instructions from my conscious mind. They traced along her leg, starting with that naughty toe. I drew small circles with my fingers until they reached the bottom of her dress. But the fabric that clung greedily to her couldn’t stop me. My palm pressed into her skin, bypassing her dress and swiftly up her outer thigh, feeling her supple soft skin and surprisingly toned muscles.

At the corner of my eyes, I could see shadows lurking. As much as I wanted us to be alone, I knew we weren’t. Her gaze remained on my face, and there was only me, only us in her world right now. Everyone else was irrelevant.

No one had ever looked at me like that.

Like I was their whole world.

I had wanted her since yesterday. I wanted her three years ago. Thirteen years ago. For what felt like my entire life, I’d wanted this woman.

Her crush on me was clear to me from day one. Though I hid mine from her, my crush was no less powerful than the one she had for me.

The timing was perfect. The timing was now. There was no reason to hesitate now. Yet, I, Shanghai’s number one playboy, failed to act at the moment. I didn’t know what to do now that I had her in the palm of my hands.

Her mouth slightly opened, letting out a gasp as my fingers flattened on her thigh. Or was it a sigh? The pause on my part had finally got to her. Before I knew it, her hand found mine. June guided my hand between her thighs and I watched her face as the muscles of her inner thigh clenched, relaxed, and then went into a slight tremble.

She wanted me to touch her. And she showed me how.

Fuck!

It was sexy as hell.

My body ached. My mind wanted this, wanted the relief she offered, relief that I had refused myself for so long for her.

The heat that radiated from her inner thigh tore away all my concerns and worries. I didn’t care who was left in the building, watching us or not.