Kiss Me Now – A Billionaire Boss Romance Read Online Penny Wylder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
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He takes his time tonight. He kisses every inch of me, his lips moving over my shoulders, down my arms, until he sucks my fingers into his mouth one by one, teasing and smirking at me the whole time.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since the first night we met,” Lark murmurs, still kissing his way across my body, my curves now, my belly, the slope between my breasts. He cups one breast in his palm, soft yet firm, and his fingertips brush over my nipple lightly. Even that is enough to make me shiver, from the crown of my head all the way through to my toes.

“Neither have I,” I admit in a low whisper, and he leans back, eyes hooded with a mixture of desire and feeling.

“Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me, Cassidy,” he murmurs, and a warm flush creeps up my throat to my cheeks.

But there’s a low thrum of command in his voice, something I can’t ignore. And the way he’s watching me, as if he can’t get enough, just turns me on more. I reach up to trace my hands down my curves, feeling the heat of all the places where his hands were on me a moment ago.

While I do, he sits back, those intense eyes fixed on mine.

“You mean like this?” I ask, smiling just a little, as my hands slide over the flat plane of my stomach.

He grins. “A good start.”

My hands reach waistband of my borrowed sweatpants. I hesitate for a moment. I’ve never undressed myself in front of a guy. Normally I let them handle that, since they’re eager to get their hands all over me anyway. But Lark is different. Patient. And the wait makes the payoff all the hotter.

I slowly inch the sweatpants down my thighs. His gaze traces over my body, and I swear my skin heats up beneath his gaze almost as much as I flushed from his touch, his tongue.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes once I kick the pants aside, and I’m lying before him naked from the waist down.

My fingers trace the familiar lines of my mound. Down to my pussy, where I part the lips slowly, wetting the tip of my finger. Tracing it back and forth, I flush. I’m already so fucking wet. Lark always has that effect on me.

He leans closer, so his breath dusts my cheeks, before he kisses my jawline. The edge of my mouth. “I want to watch,” he says, voice low and heated. It sends a thrill through me, all the way to the tips of my toes.

“Spread your legs,” he murmurs.

My breath hitches, but I do it. I spread my legs wide, and his gaze drops to watch as I push my finger inside myself, curling it, stroking slowly and steadily. There’s a wet sound when I draw it out to brush my clit, and he grins.

“Tell me, Cassidy. Do you always get this wet when you think about me?”

“Always,” I breathe, and he laughs softly, before he leans in to kiss my lips. “My turn.” Then, before I can react, he slides down my body, and gently nudges my hand aside. I let it fall to the comforter, and he presses his tongue where my fingertip was a moment earlier, sliding it between my pussy lips.

He trails his tongue along my slit, slow and steady. Savoring. Then, with a low animal growl, he presses it inside me, and I arch up off the bed with a gasp. He feels so good. Hot and wet, his tongue strong inside me.

He curls it, lapping at my pussy as if he could swallow me entirely. It feels incredible. But it’s not what I need right now. When he pulls back for a breath, I grab his hair in both fists and pull him toward me. “I want you inside me,” I gasp, not able to wait any longer. Too on fire for that.

He grins and pushes his jeans off, kicking them aside.

When he draws his cock out of his boxers, I can tell I have the same effect on him that he has on me. He’s already rock hard, standing at attention, a small bead of precum gathered at his tip.

I lean down to lick it off, and his eyes flare, white hot.

He does push me back onto the bed now, leaning over me, bending to kiss my mouth. He still tastes like me, and him, all mingled together in a flavor that only makes me hotter. More desperate. “You want me to fuck you now, Cassidy?” he breathes into the crook of my neck, his breath nearly as hot as his cock feels against my inner thigh.

“Fuck yes,” I gasp.

He laughs softly. “So impatient.”

“I need you, Lark.” The words escape before I can stop them.


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