This time, he had stopped hurting.
And that was all she ever wanted.
“You make me sound like a saint.”
His smile was self-deprecating and heartbreakingly sexy at the same time, and it was like an arrow to the heart, leaving her reeling, and even as she heard herself answer vaguely, “I w-wouldn’t go that far,” she only had one thought in mind.
It was time.
Her fingers reached for the straps of her gown.
It was time.
The billionaire stiffened when he saw Ilse pushing the straps down her shoulders. “What are you doing?”
“You t-truly don’t know?” Hearing the quiver in her own voice made Ilse’s face redden, but even so, she didn’t let it stop her—-
“No.” The billionaire’s jaw hardened as Ilse took hold of the sweetheart neckline of her gown. “I don’t.”
Ilse started pushing her gown down.
“What thefuckare you doing?”
Her brown eyes met his as the bodice finally fell to her waist, and the billionaire sucked his breath in as her naked breasts spilled free.
“You know what I’m doing,” she whispered.
Her voice implored and seduced him at the same time, and it was irresistible.
“I want to erase the past for good, Jaak.” Her hands went back to her gown, and her gloriously full breasts jiggled and swayed in a mesmerizing fashion as she started pushing the rest of the fabric down her legs.
“I want to replace it with nicer memories.” Ilse stepped out of the pool of silk around her feet, and the billionaire had never seen something more arousing than Ilse standing in nothing but a pair of lace thongs and stilettos.
“Our memories, Jaak.” Her voice ached, and his body ached with her, his fully erect and painfully throbbing cock wanting to tear out of his pants.
“God, Ilse.”Was she fucking real? And was she really about to be fucking his?
“Love me,” Ilse whispered.
Two words.
Two damn words.
Two goddamn words, and she owned him, body and soul, the words stealing into his heart like a thief in the dark.
Even as a part of him questioned everything – was it right, should he wait, what would happen if she regretted it afterwards – the billionaire also knew all questions were futile.
“You know I already do, babe.” He yanked her to him, no longer capable of ignoring his overpowering desire for her. “God help you if this isn’t what you want—-”
Ilse answered by pressing her naked body fully to his, and the billionaire’s control snapped.
He kissed her hard even as he tore his clothes off, and he groaned anew as she kissed him back with a hungry fervor that more than matched his.
When he had gotten rid of all his clothes, his cock instinctively rubbed against her folds, and she moaned against his lips. The sound made him want to crush her against him, but he managed to keep his hands gentle as he slowly drew her down. He laid her on the soft bed of his clothes and parted her thighs gently before kneeling between them.
Their eyes clashed as he reached for her, and Ilse’s body shuddered when his fingers grazed the thin layer of lace that covered her moist pussy.
Without taking his gaze off her, he ripped the scrap of lace from her body, and a whimper escaped Ilse.
