Mile High Billionaire (Billionaire Desires #1)

His long fingers were like silk against her soft skin. His touch made her body shiver, yet an erotic heat churned in all her naughty places. Between her legs, she felt a line of moisture that made her breathe heavily. She found herself opening her legs, even before his command.
With dark eyes that needed no voice to suggest the power they held, he inhaled the air deeply, smelling her desire, her desperation, the faintness of her perfume, and a mix of womanly smells that made him half smile.
The surroundings soon started to fade as she watched his hand climb up her arm to her shoulder and then across. He stopped just above her breast and lifted his hand, bringing his fingers to her lips, using just his middle finger to draw a line around them.
“Taste me,” he said.
She opened her mouth and licked his finger. He forced his finger into her mouth and she closed her mouth around it and sucked. Her teeth gently touched his skin as he pulled his finger back out of her mouth.
He took that finger and placed it to her nipple. The moisture of her saliva rubbed against her skin, hardening her nipple. The cool air around them sent chills through her chest, making both nipples hard. He drew a circle around her nipple and then brought his finger back down, his strength greater than her erect nipple. As he came across her nipple, she moaned and her body’s natural reaction was to thrust her lower half.
Her legs were spread wide now, waiting for him.
If she could have her way, she’d reach into his pants with one hand and then to his tie with the other. She’d pull him on top of her and force him to make love to her… force him to strip her the rest of the way… force him to thrust her with all his might, bringing her to an explosive climax.
But she couldn’t do that, she wasn’t in control.
He was.
He was in complete control.
She had her hands on the bed with a white knuckled grip on the sheets.
“Since you’re so good with your mouth, want to try something bigger?” he asked.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, please.”
He slid from the bed and stood up, his dark blue shirt pulling tight against his perfect body. His tie hung a couple inches loose. He reached for his pants and then stumbled for a second.
She let out a gasp and her heart started to race even more.
She turned her head, looking out the small window, seeing nothing but clear blue sky.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Just a little turbulence.”
“That’s okay,” she replied. “I like it rough…”
He let out a laugh as he unzipped his pants.
If there was one thing hotter than having sex with a billionaire, it was having sex with a billionaire on his private jet.