Page 62 of Billionaire’s Promise

There was only one thing left on my agenda for the rest of the evening.

Worshiping June.

An urge to please her overcame me. I wanted to claim what was rightfully mine.

Her moans and screams. Her shakes and trembles. Highs or lows. Good or bad. I wanted to be the reason for all that. Tonight. And from now on.

As if she could read my mind, she smirked, silently asserting her control. She reached for my tie, yanking me closer until her face was just inches away from mine. Her fingers twirled the silk, and when she released it, her touch trailed down, following the fabric all the way to the zipper of my trousers. Her fingers worked quickly, undoing the zipper slowly, popping the button, and then I felt her warm, silky hand on my length. My hand on her thigh tensed, making her breathe out a sharp sound that knotted my stomach with hunger—for her.

Out of nowhere, I felt her wetness. She wasn’t wearing anything beneath her dress. No trace of underwear. That was when I understood the real reason she’d gasped. She grinned, clearly pleased by my discovery, and then surprised me: her other hand slid down, boldly caressing my swollen cock. It felt incredible. So damn good. I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed against her hand greedily.

With her other hand still over mine beneath her dress, she guided two of my fingers into her opening. She was wet, oh so hot, and silky. I knew exactly where this was going—a place consumed by lust. But even though I thought I knew the destination, I felt lost—in her gaze, her scent, her touch. Everything I’d learned about her over the years seemed to vanish in an instant. I no longer recognized the person in front of me.

Her body began to move, riding my fingers as her other hand rhythmically stroked me in sync. I hadn’t gone long without a lover, but this felt like I was discovering something entirely new, as if I was being touched for the very first time. I shook my head, chuckling to myself. She was something else. All the experience I’ve had over the years melted away, leaving her completely in control of my body and soul.

“Are you going to claim this as your first date?” she whispered, her eyes wide and innocent but her voice breathy and insistent.

Here? In public? I’d had sex in public before—dark cinema rooms, alleyways, in the open acceptance of a certain type of club—but never in a grand ballroom in one of the world’s most prestigious hotels.

My hesitation was enough to make her impatient. She yanked my tie hard, our faces now inches apart.

“It’s now or never, Kai” she breathed.

“You don’t mean that?” I asked, although I was enthralled by what she was doing. This was my kind of play: daring, pushing boundaries, seductive.

Still, I was hesitant—not because I didn’t want it, but because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop if we started. Especially not with her. A part of me tried to resist, but the part that wanted her was winning.

“You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Her lips parted, and she breathed, “Yes, I do. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this.”

“This?” I challenged, pulling my face back slightly to deny myself the kiss I craved, forcing her to tell me exactly what she wanted.

“Yes.” She pushed me back into my chair, lifting her dress just enough to keep her modesty as she climbed on top of me. “Do you know how much I wished I could be one of those women you bring to these events? The one you’d go home with and…take completely?”

A tear slipped down her cheek, and I swallowed, wanting to apologize, but she pressed a finger to my lips.

“It hurt that you never asked me,” she whispered, her fingers now combing through my hair.

“Oh, if only you knew how much I wished I had.”

“Really?” She seemed doubtful. I wished I’d been ready for her sooner. I’d wasted so much time.

“Believe me, I wanted this as much as you do.”

I hadn’t exactly imagined her confessing her feelings and riding my fingers in public, but I’d fantasized about her, us, in countless other ways, each scenario filthier than the last.

“Prove it.” Dr. June Bennet challenged me, a look in her eyes that invited me to prove her wrong, dared me to do it. Still, something in her tone was playful yet insistent, as if she didn’t quite trust my words alone. This wasn’t the obedient girl I thought I knew, the one who’d do everything her family expected of her.

My mouth crashed into hers, and lust took over. I fumbled under her dress, found her even wetter, impossibly hotter, and definitely ready for me. She gasped against my lips, her hips grinding on me, and her hand found me, sending pleasure surging through me.

For a moment, the awareness that we weren’t alone tugged at the edges of my mind, but I shoved it away. She sank down onto me, making me realize she’d already freed me. I pulled her close, burying my face between her cleavage, groaning as her walls gripped me, her hips moving in a rhythm meant only for us. My hand on the toned globes of her ass guided her movements, urging her closer as she moved faster, occasionally leaning down for hot, messy kisses. The chair creaked in protest, but we ignored it. Her green eyes darkened, shining with ecstasy, a hint of gold flickering within them. She arched her back, her head falling back, moans spilling from her lips as I felt her clench around me.

Like a teenage boy, I followed her, eager for the same pleasure she’d taken from me. She gasped, moaned my name, as I surged into her, her fingers in my hair, her lips at my ear. She held me as I exploded deep inside of her, clutched at my back as I shuddered beneath her, urging me to take what I wanted with her lips at my ear.

“June,” I groaned her name, gasping as she pulled away to look into my eyes. She grinned down at me before she collapsed on top of me, giggling as she peppered my face with kisses. It was over too quickly for my liking. I never thought I’d complain about a quickie, but with her, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I wanted all of her.