The Billionaire of Bluebonnet by Jessica Clare Page A

soft bend in her arm. “I like you the way you are. Soft and delicious in my arms.”
    â€œYou can melt a girl with your words.”
    His eyes gleamed wickedly, and she forgot all about how he’d worked all day long and ignored her. “Good.”
    Risa leaned in to kiss him, her arms wrapped around his neck, her breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel his erection pushing up against the cradle of her sex. His hand moved between them, fingers brushing against her nipple, and she gasped against his mouth.
    â€œBeen waiting all day to touch you again,” he said softly, his thumb moving back and forth against her nipple, hardening it to an aching peak. “Couldn’t wait to pull you in my arms again. I kept getting distracted during my meetings.”
    He’d noticed her? Even when she’d thought he was busy? She was going to have to prance around the apartment in nothing but her panties next time, then. She kissed him to let him know how pleased that made her, and was rewarded with a tiny thrust of his hips, forcing that hard length against her core. Pleasure rocked through her and she rolled her hips against him, eliciting a groan from him.
    â€œTake your shirt off,” he told her, sliding his hand under her clothing to caress her belly.
    She lifted her arms and dragged her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. His mouth latched on to her nipple through her bra, tugging at the peak and she moaned, her fingers digging into his hair. Oh God. She wanted more of his mouth, more of him. She needed him deep inside her again. She ached to have him seated deep.
    He dragged his teeth over her nipple, then rolled his tongue against it, leaving the lace of her bra wet from his ministrations. He turned to her other breast, using his mouth on her nipple as he teased the other with his fingers.
    She thought she’d go mad from how good it felt, and couldn’t stop rocking over his cock, the small movements as involuntary as the passionate whimpers that escaped her throat.
    After a moment, he lifted his head. “Condoms.”
    Risa nodded and rolled to the side of him, sitting on the couch in a daze, still in her bra and her jeans. He leaned over and pressed another hard kiss to her mouth. “Get naked for me while I grab one.”
    Another burst of pleasure shot low in her belly at his command, and she nodded. While he left the room, she unhooked her bra and discarded it, then shimmied out of her jeans. She was just about to step out of her panties when she remembered.
    His assistant was going to be here soon with the pizza.
    Alarmed, she grabbed her shirt just as he returned, naked except for his boxers. He immediately returned to her side and began to run his hands along her body, teasing her naked breasts, sliding down her belly, and dipping into the slick lips of her pussy.
    She almost dropped her shirt, her knees went so weak. “But what about your assistant?”
    Travis circled her clit lightly, holding her body against him. “She won’t come in. She’ll just ring the doorbell and leave it for us. Get back down on the couch for me.”
    â€œIt’s leather,” she protested.
    He shrugged, and then tugged her down to the floor, onto the thick white rug.
    Well, hell, she couldn’t argue with that. Risa slid to her knees, and when he removed his boxers and began to roll on the condom, she lay back on the plush rug and just admired the sight of him, looming over her, his cock hard and ready for her.
    God, he was magnificent. She was in way over her head, and she absolutely did not care.
    Travis moved over her, tugging her legs apart. She gladly spread her legs for him, raising her hips in a suggestion of what she wanted.
    And then he was on top of her, kissing her, and his cock sank deep inside her in a sudden move that made her gasp with pleasure. He stroked inside her, hard, and she clung to his neck, surprised at his ferocity.