Page 22 of It Happened Duo
“What’s stopping you from taking what you want?”God, if he didn’t take me, I’d jump his bones. He had me that turned on right now with his vulnerability. How often did a billionaire sit next to me and reveal a secret anxiety he’d harbored for years, and then wanted to bed me?
The corner of his lips twitched. “There’s something you should know about me, Chelsea. Nothing stops me from taking what I want. Ever.”
His lips crashed onto mine, proving his point. The debonair billionaire set his sights on me and intended to take me. I had a feeling this night could be more than I ever dreamed possible, fulfilling more than what I wrote on my bucket list.
13
VIXEN
REX
All controlI had before left me now. Our kisses deepened, devouring tongues. She clawed at the buttons of my shirt. I pulled at the tie of her dress. It opened, and I yanked the sleeves down, letting the fabric cascade to the floor.
Christ, the scent of her…sweet like vanilla mixed with sunshine, and if someone could figure out how to bottle it up, her scent might save the world.
My hands smoothed over the skin of her shoulders to her back, and with one twist of the clasp, her satin bra fell to the floor. I skimmed her torso with the back of my knuckles until my thumbs dove under the slinky straps of her panties. Down her thighs, I tugged them, and backed away a few feet. “Let me look at you.”
The moonlight through the portal window made her creamy skin luminescent before me. Her full breasts perked with pink nipples like buds, waiting to flower with a touchof my tongue. Intense emerald eyes bore into me while she finished removing the scrap of satin and tossed it on the pile.
When she stood bare before me, my pulse raced from the full sight of her, turning me into an animal, ready to attack. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
“I like hearingyousay so.”
“Stay there,” I ordered. I undid the rest of my shirt and threw it on her dress. My belt buckle came next, and I tore it through the belt loops. It landed with a crack on the floor, causing her to gasp. Then I knelt before her, with every intention of worshipping her while I had her in my grasp.
“I always know what I want, Chelsea.” My tanned hands caressed up her creamy thighs. “But I need to hear you say the words.” Her breath caught as I teased her thighs open, caressing the inside of them with my fingertips, causing her flesh to break out with goosebumps.
“You, Rex. I want you,” she moaned, and forced my hand directly on top of her mound, pushing me to feel her. The corner of my mouth twerked at her confidence. Had I met my match?
I slipped a finger through her wet seam, teasing my way through her folds until finding her hard nub, wet and waiting for me. My thumb strummed her clit. In my pants, my cock reached full thickness and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d do about it—yet.
A peek at my hand revealed it damp and glistening. Her writhing at my touch with whimpers and moans drove me further, thrusting fingers inside her tight walls. They clamped down on me, and she ground into my hand.
“That’s it, sweetness. When was the last time a man made you feel this good?” My ego needed the answer. Dying to watch her come undone, my arm swung around her hips, holding her in place so I could intensify my movements in and out of her slick core.
“A couple of years,” she answered in a breathless whisper. Her hands threaded through my hair and our eyes locked. “How about you—your last time with a woman?”
“More recent than that.”
“I figured you were a real playboy.” She smirked.
“I am, and proud of it.” I winked.
“The kind with a black book who keeps a regular schedule of women in and out of your room?”
“My book is blue,” I quipped.
She huffed and pushed me away, and I chuckled and teetered off balance. But I scrambled up and caught her before she could reach the pile of clothes.
My arms circled her from behind, and she hissed. “You’re a real rake, aren’t you, Rex? Taking what you please. I’ll bet women fall for you and you leave them all behind in your dust.”
“Is that what you want? To fall for me and be the woman who could change my filthy ways?” I partly worried it might be true. My hand snaked back down the front of her, with thumb and forefinger massaging her clit. My other hand palmed her nipples and kneaded her breasts. She squirmed, held captive in my arms, and whimpered.
“Tell me you don’t like this and I’ll walk away, Chelsea. Tell me.” I wanted her to push me away so I could sulk andforce myself to do without her and not feel guilty about whatever I did to get what I wanted when I figured out how to push her out of the deli.
It didn’t matter she knewonereason I couldn’t stand to be in the deli. There was another, and I’d use any means to rid myself of that place once and for all. My plans hadn’t changed just because I was about to fuck her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her body shaking in my possession.
