The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,40

with his mouth. She shivered.

“I wanna bury myself in you so bad,” he whispered. “I don’t think I’ve thought of anything else.”

“Except the club,” she cracked.

He snorted, burying his face in her shoulder. “Except that.”

“Blake.” She propped herself up on her elbows again, forcing him to meet her gaze. “We both have a lot we don’t want to think about for a little bit. So I want you to fuck me so hard that we forget.”

Her words were a challenge he was more than eager to meet. He claimed her mouth with his own, coaxing hot, passionate kisses. But her words began a slow swirl in the back of his mind. A lot we don’t want to think about.

What was she trying to avoid thinking about?

Now wasn’t the time to play therapist. She’d said it herself. She wanted him to fuck the thoughts away. And that, he could do. Even though it felt like she was slipping away from him—no matter how little sense that made—he could at least ease her mind for a little while.

There was plenty of time left to dig in and find out what was bothering her…after their orgasms.

Blake sat back on his heels and pushed his underwear down so that his cock sprang free. He tore open the condom packet with his teeth. Michelle fidgeted between his legs, dragging her nails up and down the tops of his thighs as he rolled the condom down over his cock.

Everything inside him pulsed with urgency, with impatience. But not just because he was about to get laid. Because he wanted more of Michelle. Wanted so much more that it almost didn’t make sense.

He shucked his underwear and then eased himself between her legs, pushing aside the damp scrap of her panties. Her pussy was swollen, glistening. He had half a mind to take a detour and get lost in there with his lips and tongue, but no. He’d made a promise to her. Besides, his throbbing cock demanded attention. They could start with a bang, and spend the rest of the evening catching up.

Michelle sucked in a sharp breath as his cockhead nudged for entrance, already digging her nails into his biceps. His head spun with every new millimeter of space he claimed inside her. It had been less than a week since they’d last had sex, but it had felt like years.

Because the truth was, he needed this way more often.

Even if the club was eating up all his attention, Michelle and Mollie were constantly on his mind. Not his baseball teams; not his record label. Not even his friends. It was only Michelle and Mollie occupying the real estate of his attention span whenever he let his mind wander.

This revelation sizzled through him as he pushed himself inside of her. God, was he falling for Michelle? Her soft moan sent sparks skating under his skin. The pretty planes of her face held him captive as he sank deeper inside of her. Her pussy stretched like hot silk around him, cementing the realization.

Oh, yeah. He was falling for her.

And hard.

Blake buried his face in the hollow of her neck, drinking in the sweet scent of her. Her breathy gasp seared through him as he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. He’d always assumed that sex lost its luster when you stayed with one person—but he’d had sex with her more times than he had with any other one woman, and it just got better every time. That was saying something. In fact, it said everything.

Blake nibbled at her earlobe, loving the way she whimpered beneath him. His cock throbbed inside her. He’d promised to fuck away all their thoughts, but right now, he just wanted to relish this.

“Do you have any idea how fucking hard you make me?” he whispered hotly into her ear.

“I have some idea,” she said. She hooked her ankles behind his back, flexing her hips against him. “Maybe I can make it even harder.”

He groaned, finding more depth within her as she rocked her hips against him. “Yep. Congratulations. You just did. Solid steel now.”

Blake bit back another groan as he worked himself in and out of her, increasing his pace. Michelle bit at her lip and tossed her head back, arching herself against him as he drilled into her, over and over again. Sweat prickled at his temples. This was fervent. Intense. The best kind of perfect.

“Oooooh,” Michelle moaned, her breasts jiggling in time as he fucked her. He