The Boss Vol. 6: a Hot Billionaire Romance Read Online Free Page B

everything she gave me and demanding more, burrowing into her sexy flesh until her dampness soaked my chin. I slid my fingers lower and slipped them inside, unwilling to miss even a second of her orgasm.
    That was mine too. Just like the rest of her. I might take a long time to decide I wanted something, but once I did, there was no going back.
    I didn’t share. I might’ve had siblings in reality, but I’d been raised alone. Classic only child syndrome, and one I would never apologize for.
    “Tell me again,” she whispered, rocking her pelvis restlessly against my mouth. I didn’t know what she meant, so I lifted my head in question.
    And licked my lips.
    She moaned and dropped her head back off the edge of the counter, probably giving herself one hell of a blood rush. “Tell me you’re mine,” she breathed, the words barely audible over the throbbing need that had my cock surging against my zipper.
    Even in the midst of my own sexual turmoil, I frowned. “I never—” She raised her head and gazed challengingly into my eyes, and somehow I said something I’d never planned to say.
    To even think. In my world, belonging was a one-way street.
    Not in hers. And if I wanted her to come—and holy Christ, I did—I’d get her there in whatever method she required.
    One more truth in the center of a million lies and misdirections.
    “I’m yours,” I said against her flesh, absorbing her shudder as if the energy pouring off of her powered my own heart. I flicked her stiff clit, wanting nothing more than to watch her go off before me. She was so unconsciously beautiful, so unstudied in her reactions. “Now show me you’re mine. That you’ve always been mine, even before you knew.”
    A long, slow lick and she combusted beneath me, her hands fisting in my hair as she bowed off the counter. I hated that I hadn’t stripped her of her top, simply so I could watch her perfect tits bounce while she lost herself.
    All I wanted was to be in that same place, lost with her. Hopelessly. Inexorably.
    She sat up and grabbed my face, dragging it up to hers. Her mouth was on mine before I’d caught my breath, and definitely before she’d had a chance to catch hers. She wound her legs around my waist and pressed her soaked core against the front of my pants, taunting me with all the wetness I could have if I just ditched the pants.
    And found a condom. Jesus, I couldn’t forget that part, though it was getting harder and harder to remember when we were intimate. In the crazy thrum of passion, it was hard to remember the life preserver. That little piece of latex that turned everything from a madcap moment to a life-changing decision.
    Hell, who was I kidding? She’d changed my life a million years ago. I’d been trying to survive her ever since.
    I tugged out my wallet and flipped it open to the condom I never left home without nowadays. In a few flicks of my fingers, the wallet was back in my pocket and the packet was open. Grace pried down my zipper, not about to wait for me. She never did. That was one of the many things I lo—
    Her fingers slicked up my length as she rolled on the rubber. With one touch, I was a goner. Even after these last couple of months, her hands on me were like a miracle. I was a planner in every sense.
    I couldn’t have foreseen this. Not after the day I’d gone to Annabelle’s and been turned away. So many fucking years ago.
    Yet Grace was here, her eyes so big, her hands so steady as she wrecked me. Pieces of me fell at her feet and she kept right on destroying, her callused skin rubbing against mine a thrill of its own.
    Once the condom was in place, she went back on her elbows and braced her heels on the edge of the counter, inviting me to take when I was on the verge of begging. With her, my veneer dropped away, and she left me stripped. I became simply a man who needed so much more than was fucking wise. Always had, when it came to her.
    “Not on my knees,” she said silkily, and my