Sloane: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Novel

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He followed the trace of liquid running down my leg and dared me to stay silent with his eyes.
     
    I couldn’t hold it in.  I let out a quivering moan when his thick fingers found my slit, dipping in.  A thumb circled my clit, and my eyelids fell in approval.  Ethan was good at this and knew he couldn’t continue too long if he wanted to make it last.
     
    In one quick motion he pinched some fabric covering the hole he wanted into and ripped it to my knees, sending up a crash of cool air.  He lifted my skirt up over my hips and around my waist, revealing my vulnerable pussy.
     
    He bent to my waist, wrapped his arms around my legs, and threw me over his shoulder.  It felt like I was a misbehaving child about to receive my punishment.  He carried me toward the wall-sized window and laid me on the carpeted floor.  I could feel the fiber bristles digging into my ass and lower back. 
     
    I’m sure we were up too high for anyone to see clearly, but the idea of being on display for the whole city sent chills through me.  I imagined the town was built for us, the floor was a stage, and everyone eagerly awaited the show.  I looked up at Ethan who had paused to look outside.  I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.
     
    Time slowed to a stop and I felt my heart swelling to explosion.  Ethan was sheathed in warm sunlight and his eyes glistened gold and blue.  His dangerous intense figure softened and exposed him for a safe, calm, and inspired man.  I suddenly felt a sad love for him.  I wanted to hold his head to my breast and whisper assurances.  I wanted to become his strength.
     
    He turned toward me and I thought I caught a tear in his eye before he lowered his lips to my knees, kissing gently.  His energy had evolved from a beast to a lover and his daring turned toward compassion.  He wrapped his hands around my thighs and slowly kissed their insides. 
     
    My pussy switched from eager throbbing to a subtle yearning and my passion matured into patience.  I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the AC overhead rushing into the room, while I waited for Ethan’s gorgeous lips to touch my pussy for the first time.
     
    I imagined it would be like fireworks shooting violently from the ground.  I expected explosions so large they’d leave craters in my soul and turn me into damaged goods.  But he was careful with me and sweet.  His tongue melted on my heat and became a part of me.  Everything had boiled down to this moment.
     
    The world disappeared and my mind blocked out memories and dreams.  Time was dead.  It was only me and Ethan in a dark expanse, drifting in the arms of one another.  His tongue began to feel like an extension of my body, and for a moment I believed I was willing myself to orgasm rather than being brought to it. 
     
    Then there was music and my ears were ringing from the fire.
     
    The burning sent my head spinning and colors danced around us in ribbons.  I tried to grab hold of reds and tangerines, but all I found were the thick strands of Ethan’s hair between my legs.  It was good enough for me.  I sailed above my body atop the waves rolling just beneath the skin, and it felt like a dam being torn apart.  My breath was squeezed out and I was spilling all over the floor.
     
    I pried my eyes open to see an upside down city and the sun on the ground.  The universe had spun in the wrong direction and landed like this.  Ethan’s face lifted from me and sent an arctic chill to cool the flames.  I turned my head to him and saw sweat dripping from his hairline onto my stomach. 
     
    He looked amazed, at me or himself I wasn’t quite sure.  The look in his eyes was no longer dangerous, but longing.  I read his thoughts and gave my head a nod.
     
    He beamed a smile that could rival the sun’s rays and reached for his buckle, removing his belt.  Next he unbuttoned his collared shirt, exposing chiseled abs and a chest that could crush me in one blow.  He

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