The Billionaire's Desire: The Complete Series
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Abby’s kisses were desperate, and something in them reminded him of the night before, in her bathroom, when all he could think about was touching her, kissing her, being inside her. Cole slid his hands around Abby’s waist and they came down, cupping her ass as he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her up the steps, carefully taking them one at a time, because Abby was licking and nipping at the skin on his neck and he didn’t trust his knees. Luckily their bedroom was at the top of the stairs, and it was a straight shot right down the hallway. Their bedroom was the only room he’d put any furniture in. Just a bed, a nightstand and a lamp. Enough for tonight.
Abby seemed surprised when Cole laid her on the bed, like she hadn’t realized it was there. Her back arched up, her hair fanning out across the crisp white sheets. God, she was so beautiful. Cole leaned down over her, and she pawed at his tie, desperately slipping the knot down and pulling the silk over his head, tossing it to the side. She’d changed out of her wedding dress and into another dress, one he just slipped right over her shoulders and threw onto the floor. Cole righted himself, working the buttons of his shirt, and Abby reached for the clasp of her bra, a pretty, lacy little thing.
“Leave it on,” Cole said, his voice so raspy that he almost didn’t recognize it.
He could see her swallow, bare lust in her eyes, and she pressed her palms against his chest. There wasn’t enough power there to move him, but he stood, because he would always, always do whatever it was that she wanted. She stood along with him, pushing up onto her tiptoes to unbutton the rest of his shirt, gently pushing it off of his shoulders and into a puddle on the floor. She pressed into him, his erection straining against her belly.
“Abby,” he whispered, a bit of a warning, a bit of a prayer. She kissed her way across his chest, tongue licking a trail over his abs and around his nipples. He buried his hands in her hair, just wanting to touch her.
Abby unbuttoned and unzipped Cole’s pants, pushing them down along with his boxers, leaving them in a messy pile right next to his shirt. She gripped his cock, making him hiss, making his fingers twist in her hair. Gripping his hips beneath her fingers, pressing into his skin, she pushed him back onto the bed.
In seconds Abby was on her knees before Cole, fitting herself between his legs. Her fingernails traced lazy patterns up the insides of his calves, around the swell of his thighs, across the planes of his hips, drawing goosebumps from his skin. She leaned forward, anchoring herself on the bed with her hands splayed on either side of him, then licked a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, making him groan as she swirled her perfect tongue across the moisture that beaded along the slit.
“Please,” Cole gasped. “Please.”
Abby gave him a wicked grin, but she wasn’t a cruel woman, so she slowly, so slowly sucked his cock into her mouth, until he was surrounded by her. He leaned back on his elbows, almost helpless from the pleasure of it all. Her tongue swirled as her hand pumped up and down in tandem with her hot, tight mouth. She worked some kind of pattern—he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was—but he’d hit the back of her throat, then she’d tease him a little more, never repeating the same motion twice. He wanted nothing more but to watch her, because he loved the way she looked at him like this, loved the sight of her perfect pink lips wrapped around him. But it was all too much; all the love he felt for her and the physical pleasure of the act just swirled together into a wave of emotion that made it impossible for Cole to keep his eyes open. So he closed his eyes and listened to the waves breaking on the sand as his wife gave him the most satisfying, intense blow job of his life.
Abby kept Cole going for a while, bringing him right to the brink with a hum or a lick, then backing off and giving him a chance to build back up to it again. But he wanted to be inside her when he came, so when he thought he just couldn’t take it anymore, he gently tugged on her hair, pulling her back enough so that her lips were on offer for the taking. He kissed her, long and deep, as he pulled her up and onto his lap.
Abby wrapped her arms around him, pressing her breasts to his chest, rubbing against him so that the warmth between her thighs and the friction from her lace panties against the underside of his cock was all he could think about. All he wanted in this world was to taste her, so he reached down between them and hooked his thumbs on the lacy waistband, and ripped them clean off. Abby reached over to turn on the lamp, leaving her breasts on offer, and Cole took that chance to nip at her breasts through her bra.
“I want to watch,” Abby said as she flipped the lamp switch, but she sighed when the bulb popped on and then promptly fizzled out.
Cole flipped her over onto her back and crawled up onto the bed. He lifted her left leg towards his shoulder, kissing his way across her ankle.
“I don’t need the light. Do you think there’s a single inch of you that I don’t know by taste?” he said, licking a path down the inside of her thigh, drawing a soft gasp from her lips. “By touch?” He slid his thumb down the length of her slit, circling around her clit until she was writhing against him. Not wanting to give her what she needed just yet, Cole leaned over her, relishing in the scrape of her nails against his scalp and the way her fingers tugged at his hair. He pulled one cup of her bra down, taking her left breast into his mouth, biting and then laving over the sting with his tongue. He sucked at her nipple, making her squirm before moving on to the other one. He kissed across her chest and lower, circling her belly button with his tongue.
“Please,” Abby said, gasping. That seemed to be the word of the night, and Cole didn’t have the heart to refuse her. So he laved her with the flat of his tongue, making her cry out as he slipped two fingers inside of her, twisting them up in that way that made her toes curl. He worked her clit, tongue circling, sucking, driving her crazy until her breathing was so, so fast. He loved seeing her like this; wet from him and completely at his mercy. With a quick flick of his tongue she was falling apart and he licked her through it, trying to prolong the pleasure. He wanted her to feel good tonight. He always wanted her to feel so good.
Cole leaned over Abby, threading their fingers together and holding their hands above her head. He kissed her, long and slow and a little unfocused, because he could barely think about her mouth when he could feel the slick wetness where he was lined up between her legs.
“I need you, can you just…” Abby breathed, unable to complete the thought. She pushed herself up on the balls of her feet, trying to get some friction.
“Yeah,” Cole said, voice tight. “I want…fuck.” When Abby brought herself down, the head of his cock slipped inside her, and he buried his head in the crook of her neck as she moved further down, pulling him all the way in. It was almost too much for him, being surrounded by her, looking into her eyes when they were together like this. She looked at him like he was her whole world, and she was his. She was definitely his.
Cole moved slowly, rocking into her, wanting so badly to melt against her, just mold her to his body so that a part of her would always be with him. He needed more, more…more of her, more of his skin against her skin. They weren’t touching nearly enough; just the thought of a single inch of her skin not touching his was…abhorrent to him. Cole could feel his orgasm blossoming deep, all the way down in his spine, starting to make him feel weak, and he didn’t trust his arms to hold him up any longer.
Cole slid his arm around the small of Abby’s back and pulled them both up so that she was resting all of her weight on him as he kneeled, weight resting on his calves. The momentum offered Abby leverage to move, and she took it.
“Hold onto me,” Cole said, reaching for her arms and gently slipping them over his shoulders. “Tight, okay? I just want to feel you everywhere.” She did as he asked, pressing every available inch of her body against him, leaving marks on his skin with her fingernails. She used their position to her advantage, pushing herself up while she rocked against him, desperately chasing pleasure. They were together in every way,
breathing in the same rhythm, foreheads pressed together. Their noses brushed, their breaths mingled. They weren’t kissing, but their lips touched as they just breathed and moved and held onto each other for dear life.
When Abby’s orgasm hit her, she squeezed around Cole, muscles fluttering until he couldn’t take it anymore and he pulled her to him, trapping her in his arms to the point where she could hardly move save for short, quick strokes of her hips that were just enough to push him over the edge, crying out her name, grasping for anything he could hold onto as he came inside of her.
They stayed like that for a long while, clinging to each other, together and happy and touching. Everywhere.
Exhausted, they eventually fell back onto the bed. Cole stretched out, pulling Abby to him to spoon her. They tangled their legs together and he held her close, wrapping his hand around hers, clasping their fingers together until their wedding rings were pressed into each others’ skin.
They laid like that together, quiet, until Cole pushed Abby’s hair off of her neck so that he could plant kisses there. Kisses led to soft sighs, which led to soft words, which led to soft touches, over and over again throughout the night. After all, they didn’t really need the sleep.
Tomorrow, they’d have Paris.
Tonight? They had each other. And the hopeful promise of the rest of their lives.
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Cassie Cross
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The Billionaire’s Desire Series:
The Billionaire’s Desire #1: The Billionaire’s Assistant
The Billionaire’s Desire #2: The Billionaire’s Seduction
The Billionaire’s Desire #3: The Billionaire’s Secret
The Billionaire’s Desire #4: The Billionaire’s Betrayal
The Billionaire’s Desire #5: The Billionaire’s Heart
The Billionaire’s Desire #6: The Billionaire’s Wedding
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Table of Contents
#1 ~ The Billionaire’s Assistant
#2 ~ The Billionaire’s Seduction
#3 ~ The Billionaire’s Secret
#4 ~ The Billionaire’s Betrayal
#5 ~ The Billionaire’s Heart
#6 ~ The Billionaire’s Wedding
About the Author
Upcoming Titles
Currently Available Titles