Dirty Little Secret: A Billionaire Romance Duet - Mika Lane Page 0,43

gaze locked on me.

My fingers, grasping his erection, were unable to fit around its circumference, and when I reached the swollen head, my grip had to open considerably.

I pushed between his legs to lower my mouth on him. At first, I took only enough of the head to taste him and get the crown wet. When he growled and threw his head back, I engulfed him with my mouth, his length sinking to the back of my throat. He released a laugh, followed by a holler.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he said, banging his head against the sofa.

I continued pistoning with my mouth, taking his balls in hand and twisting them gently. With my free hand I reached back between my legs to pull up my dress and begin working my clit.

G thrust his cock into my mouth as if I might be able to take him deeper. With a hand on top of my head, he pushed until I gagged.

He started to explode.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m coming,” he bellowed.

I continued to suck until his cum slammed against the back of my throat. I gulped it quickly so I could take more.

When I’d swallowed it all, I slid off his softening length and rested my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair, then took me by the arms and pulled me into his lap.

“You are really something, my beautiful B. Maybe someday, you’ll tell me your real name.”

“Maybe I will,” I said, “if you’ll let me see your face.”

He laughed. “Fair enough. We’ll see, beautiful, we’ll see.”

I slid from his lap to rearrange my disheveled clothes. He straightened out his own shirttails and tucked himself back into his pants.

“You know, B,” he said, “you ask questions, and yet I know nothing about you.”

“I thought you were the one just lecturing about privacy.”

“You’re right. I did. But that didn’t stop you from asking.”

I shrugged. “I’m just naturally curious.”

“Okay. I’m curious, too. What do you do for work?” he asked.

Oh shit. Was he suspicious?

“I’m a writer.”

“A writer,” he exclaimed. “Now that’s interesting.”

Shit. Here come the questions. Time to exit.

“Tell me what you write.”

“Oh, all sorts of things. But hey, I don’t want to talk about this now. In fact, I’m tired and I have to get up early.” With some reluctance, I stood.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.”

Was he? Or was I just a booty call?

“Walk me to the door?” I extended my hand.

Before I could lead him downstairs, he surprised me by stopping, holding my arms, and looking at me intently. It was the most uncomfortable stare I’d ever experienced, and yet I couldn’t tear myself away. It was also the closest I’d been to his masked face, and in the dim light, I saw flecks of blue in his otherwise dark eyes.

It wasn’t fair. I needed to see his face.

“I want see you again, B.” His demanding tone reignited the throbbing in my sex.

My gaze shifted over his shoulder, and I saw M watching us from across the room. Our eyes met, and I quickly turned back. “I think we might be able to arrange that. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Nothing’s ever stopped you before.”

With my chin, I gestured in the direction of the watchful Miss M, now talking to some guests but with an eye on us.

“What is M’s issue with me? Do you have any idea?”

I could have sworn he twitched when I asked, but I couldn’t be sure. Glancing over his shoulder, he nodded to her in greeting.

“Um, I didn’t notice. Are you sure?” he asked, turning back.

Of course he’d noticed. It was impossible not to.

But no sense in being confrontational. I wanted to see him again and not just to get more info for the story. “Maybe I’m imagining things.”

On our way down the stairs, we stepped around a woman seated on the wide staircase. Before her was an enthusiastic man with his head between her legs, his mouth burrowing into her pussy. He held his exposed cock in a free hand.

Just as we stepped around them, the woman’s legs began to shudder. Her chest heaved and she screamed, exploding in orgasm. The guy’s hand pistoned over his dick and he shifted to shoot his load on the woman’s glistening pussy.

Damn. There was something about watching other people fuck that was beyond arousing, as if I were right in the middle of their play. I swore I could sense that woman’s ecstasy as she exploded. Almost as good