Page 170 of The Rebel Billionaire

I draw in a ragged breath, my nerve endings sizzling, my body pulsing with an unknown need.

“I’m going to hell,” he says, dropping his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

“Then we can both go together,” I say, my hands sliding under his jumper and up, taking the material with me, exposing his broad and sculpted chest to my gaze.

He rips it over his head, and my lips immediately connect with his nipple, sucking and nibbling.

He cups my head, pulling me back so his mouth can reconnect with mine.

He runs a finger down my front, sliding beneath the camisole top, cupping my breast in his hand.

I moan into his mouth, pressing forward, increasing the pressure. He tweaks my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb.

My hands move to his belt, pulling it undone before popping the buttons on his jeans, freeing his straining cock.

“God, Brooke, do you have any idea what you’re doing to me? I should send you back to your room.”

“Please don’t,” I say.

“Are you sure this is what you want? If you want to stop at any point, say the word and…”

I slam my mouth back against his, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

He picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. His straining cock is trapped between us, my breasts pressed against the solid wall of his naked chest. He lowers me onto the bed, my nipples hard and aching, begging for more, missing the feel of him.

I reach for him, but he steps back, kicking off his jeans, allowing them to drop to the floor, his boxers doing little to hide his erection.

He stops and stares down at me. “I should… we should.” He swallows, his breathing rapid as he meets my eyes. “Brooke, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I admit, scooting up the bed before beckoning him towards me.

He crawls up the mattress, leaning over me.

“I’m taking advantage of you…”

I pull back slightly and let out a bark of laughter, pushing on his chest until our positions are reversed, and he’s lying flat on his back beneath me.

I slide a thigh over his hips, straddling him.

We both moan as our bodies connect, his cock nestled between my folds, only my shorts and his boxers between us.

“Is that better?” I ask, leaning forward, my mouth millimetres from his.

I remove my top before taking one of his hands in mine and pressing it against my breast. I curve my fingers around his until he’s cupping it. His eyes follow the movement, his mouth opening, his expression pained.

“Is it taking advantage if I want you to?” I ask, making him look at me.

I press into his hand, my pussy rocking against him. He moans before pulling my mouth back to his, his lips and tongue meeting mine. He pulls me down flush against him, moulding our bodies together, as I kiss his throat.

“Are you sure?” he asks, chuckling, then moaning when I growl and roll my hips.

“I’m going to fucking combust if you don’t touch me,” I tell him truthfully.

My body is on fire, my core pulsing with need.

He cups my face. “If at any point you want to stop,” he says.

“Will you stop being so chivalrous and…”