Billionaires Dollar Series

Oh God. I’ve never been this turned on before, not as the raw need in his eyes matches that in me. I touch myself as he thrusts, in and out, the both of us climbing toward a rapidly approaching peak.

Liam’s hands tighten around my ankles as he groans. The sound-the broken, hoarse cry of pleasure-pushes me over the edge again. Pleasure sweeps through me and carries me away. Liam follows along with a final, deep push inside me.

I fall back on the bed and try to string my fractured mind back into a semblance of order. A few moments later, Liam stretches out beside me. His hair is mussed and the green of his eyes is liquid.

“Well,” I finally murmur. “I think it’s a good thing we have all night.”

His answering smile holds the promise of pleasure. “Sleep is overrated.”

I wake up to a warm woman in my arms, a head that’s cloudy after too much champagne, and morning wood to rival several acreages of forest.

Dark hair tickles against my forehead and I move it away, blinking my eyes open. Where am I?

The Skye Hotel.

Madison in the red dress.

And her naked body splayed out before me like a feast.

She stirs against me, sighing. And fuck me, but I’d slept straight through the night without waking up once to check the markets on my phone.

When did that happen?

“Liam?” Her voice is soft with sleep, lazy like a summer’s afternoon.

“Mmm.” I rest my lips against her shoulder, the skin warm underneath my mouth. I press my erection firmly into her back. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

A sleepy chuckle. “God, did we really…?”

“We really did. Twice, I think.”

She puts a hand over her face. “I can’t believe I slept with my fake fiancé.”

“Blame me,” I say. “I’m the one who seduced my fake fiancée. I should have known you weren’t strong enough to resist, when you asked me to give it to you.”

“Yes, take all the blame.” She twists her hips back, trapping my cock against her ass. “I was just an innocent bystander.”

“I’m not sure you fully understand what bystander means.” I move my hips slightly, the friction against her skin sending pulses of pleasure through me. My left hand finds the unbelievable handhold of one of her tits.

She looks over her shoulder and I’m met by gray eyes, questioning and soft. “Okay,” she murmurs. “I was about to ask you what happens to the women you seduce the morning after, but I think you’re about to show me.”

My hand trails down her stomach, down between her legs. Bless a woman who sleeps without panties. “You were the one who told me that you expected more than one go in a night.”

“I did?”

“Mhm.” God, but she’s soft and slick against my fingers, like wet silk. Her breath catches when I slip my middle finger inside her hot heat, but it’s not purely with pleasure.

“Sore?”

Maddie nods, shooting me a look I know well from our childhood. She always hated admitting weakness.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

My hand slows. “I can be gentle.”

She releases a languid breath, softening against me. “And I can take it.”

I toss back the cover and reach for one of the condoms I’d taken out of my wallet last night. Good thing I always carry several.

I slide it on while Maddie watches, her sideswept bangs falling into her eyes. The remnants of yesterday’s eye makeup somehow makes her more eye-catching, and not less. Light smudging that speaks of good times and countless orgasms.

I lift her leg up and push into her from the side. Her mouth falls open, her eyelids fluttering closed.

I pause. “Too much?”

She shakes her head no, but her eyes don’t open. I flex my hips slowly, using every ounce of willpower I possess to keep my body from thrusting.

Pulling out the big guns, I reach down and tease her clit. Maddie’s breath begins to speed up.

“Fuck, but you feel good.” I flex my hips again. “Did any of the uninteresting guys tell you that? How you’re like a hot vice around my cock?”

A smile plays on her lips. “Never stop seducing me.”

“Never,” I vow. The friction and the heat is damn near my undoing, the pleasure tingling in my spine and tightening my balls like a canary in the coal mine. Warning me to stop, or taunting me to go faster.

Maddie lifts her leg up higher and leans her head back on the pillow. “Just like that,” she breathes. “Go slow, just like that.”

Did you hear that? I ask my cock, aching with the need to speed up. But even at this pace, it’s not long until I’m teetering on the edge of explosion.

I rest my head against her shoulder. “Fuck, Maddie… I won’t last long.”

She reaches back and puts a hand on my hip. Fingers dig into my skin, pulling me closer. “Then don’t.”

I grip one of her tits in my hand as I bury myself deep, groaning into her shoulder as I come. She moans with each spasm of my hips.

Who knew the morning-after orgasm would be as earth-shattering as the main event?

Groaning, I roll onto my back and discard the condom. My heart is pounding like I’ve run a fucking marathon.

And now that I’m no longer thinking with my cock… “Christ, what time is it?”

Maddie tugs the comforter up, her voice bright. “Almost ten.”

My hand lands on my forehead, which does nothing to stave off the headache I’m now registering. Once, drinking and working had been par for the course-that’s how juniors investors lived, after all.

But I haven’t worked hungover in years, not since I joined the big leagues.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed and run a hand through my hair. Soft, tentative fingers trail down my back. “Thanks for last night. For agreeing to… well. This.”

I look over my shoulder at her, at the shape of her collarbones and the smooth skin of her neck. “This is a first,” I say.