The Billionaire's Pretend Girlf - Leslie North Page 0,25

even a moment longer, she’d lose her nerve.

There was something untouchable about Daniel. Godlike, almost. Even though he was only a few years older than she was, he carried himself like he owned the world. Sure, this attraction between them was real, and not fabricated like their relationship. It didn’t mean that he still wasn’t way out of her league.

She’d allow herself this one dip. Just to see how the waters felt while rolling around in bed with the 1%. If the sex was awful, that was her sign; that it was just an experiment they could lay to rest once this week was over.

But deep inside, she knew it would be every bit as amazing as her fantasies had foretold. As soon as the door to their suite clicked shut behind her, Daniel had her hoisted into his arms. She giggled, grabbing her wrists behind his neck, loving the rock solidness of him between her legs.

“God, I’ve been dying to get your ass in my hands again for the past twenty-four hours,” he groaned. The admission thrilled through her. It was so strange to think that she could be a turn-on for him. This man, who could have any woman in the world. This man, who had surely been with women far more experienced, far more beautiful, far more successful than she.

Yet he was dying for a taste of her.

Their kisses started slow, almost cautious, but soon passion reigned, and they were kissing like they’d been pining for each other for years instead of days. Their teeth bumped; Daniel pressed his tongue into her mouth; she moaned through the sloppy French kiss. God, it was fast and hot and just the way she liked it.

Moisture surged into her panties as Daniel ground his hips against hers, letting her feel the thick ridge of his cock. She shivered in his grip, clamping her thighs around him.

“Mm-hmm.” Daniel’s chest heaved as he nipped at her earlobe. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, Jackie.”

She covered her mouth with his again, coaxing another needy, desperate kiss from him. She was going to treat this like it was their first and last time. Because nothing was ever guaranteed. She wanted to make sure they made this a night to remember.

Daniel carried her through the lounge and into the master bedroom. Her dress had hiked all the way up to her waist, giving Daniel the space to roam. He squeezed her ass, slipping a few fingers beneath her panty line. When his fingers came dangerously close to her pussy lips, lust jolted through her, causing her to jerk with anticipation.

“God, Daniel,” she breathed. Her head spun. Maybe they shouldn’t continue. She might actually have a heart attack from how much she wanted it. “Why are you so fucking sexy?”

“I’ve been asking myself the same question about you,” he said, sinking his teeth into her neck. A low moan escaped her. He lowered her to the bed. “This dress needs to come off. Immediately.”

She giggled, hurrying to find the secret zipper along the side. Once she did, Daniel took over, unzipping the length of it so that she could sidle out of it, heels popping off too. Once she was left in her panties and bra, Daniel dove down, sinking his teeth into the swell of her lower belly.

“God, I want to eat you,” he growled into her stomach. She giggled, running her hands through his dark blond hair.

“Feel free,” she said.

He growled again, his lips skipping a damp trail to her panty line. “And I want to eat you out.”

Realization shivered through her, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Could a man as sexy as Daniel truly want to service her first? Part of her had wondered if he would be a selfish lover. A man in the ‘in and out and done’ club.

But as he tugged her panties down over her hips and then flung them across the room, she realized he was serious. Like really serious.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined this moment,” Daniel confessed, looking up at her with blazing heat in his ice-blue eyes. His big palms slowly spread her legs, and his gaze scorched across her most intimate parts. “All throughout dinner, all I could think about was what it would feel like if I slipped a finger into your panties.”

Her eyes fluttered shut. This was too much. The idea that he wanted to imagine sex, much less oral sex, with her? Mind. Blown.