Billionaires Dollar Series

I settle between her legs, my hands on her hipbones. “Just a booty call,” I mutter against her skin.

But I don’t answer with words. I make sure she shatters instead-enjoying every minute of it. Skye’s back arches when she comes, in a way that is as natural as it’s arousing. Her gasps are real, and every last one of her hissing breaths makes me throb.

She collapses against the bed and finds my head, her fingers threading through my hair. I rest my forehead against her inner thigh and breathe through my arousal.

This, I could do forever. Making her come that first night together had felt like success, and after the third time, like victory. Especially when she told me she rarely came with men.

“I want you to fuck me,” she breathes.

I groan. “Fuck. So do I.”

“Hard, Cole. Really, really hard.”

Hate sex, I think, Nick’s words finding me again.

I flip her over, my hands on her hips, pulling her ass back to me. I want her too much to think clearly, to think of anything beyond her body bent before me.

“Yes,” she breathes, arching.

I’ve never put on a condom faster than I do right then, with Skye’s demanding eyes on me. “Hard,” she growls.

She doesn’t have to say it twice.

Pushing inside her feels like heaven and both of us moan at the sensation. She’s beyond wet, and so tight, and fucking hell I could do this forever. Fuck her forever.

Except I can’t. Each deep stroke increases the sensation, the need inside me, and I won’t last for shit this time around. It’s too good. I grip her hips-they’re the perfect handhold-only to abandon them for her round ass. Watching myself slide in and out of her. Hearing her gasp when I go deep.

“Cole,” she mewls, hands fisting in my covers. She falls forward onto her elbows, her legs moving closer together, making her feel even tighter around me. It obliviates all thought.

“Good girl,” I growl, fucking her harder and faster, giving her everything, my hands in her hair, and then she’s moaning and I’ve lost control and her body is so beautiful underneath me and I can still taste her on my tongue and it’s all over. I erupt with my hands gripping her hips, pinning her in place, buried deep.

She whimpers against the coverlet. “Oh my God.”

I brace my hands against the bed, covering her completely, and try to focus on breathing. How is every time I fuck her better than the last?

“You OK?”

I huff a laugh and pull out of her, tossing the condom aside. “I was going to ask you that.” I collapse onto the bed, my breath furious. She turns over onto her back beside me.

“Yes.” Skye is in no better shape-her arms and legs spread out like a starfish, staring up at the ceiling. “Wow. That was…”

“Fucking unreal,” I mutter.

“Yeah, that’s about right.”

I look over at her. Flushed skin, glazed eyes. Beautiful hair that spreads across my bed like brown silk. “Not too hard?”

She shakes her head, vigorously enough to make me smile. “No. Perfect amount.”

“You feel unbelievably good against me, not to mention around me. I’m always surprised I manage to last at all.”

Skye turns to look at me, amusement and embarrassment evident in her eyes. Is she not used to compliments during sex, either? If so, it makes me seriously question the men she’s been with before.

“Is this the part where I compliment your dick?”

I laugh, reaching over to flick her pert nose. “Only if you want to.”

“In that case, I’d say-” The shrill sound of a phone ringing cuts through the air. It’s a tune… it’s familiar. Skye scrambles into sitting.

“This?” I ask. “You have the theme song to The Office as your ringtone?”

“Yes.” She rummages through the pockets of her dress, fishing out a battered old iPhone. “Hi, Isla.”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I put my hands behind my head and eavesdrop openly, listening to her talk. “Yes, dinner is tomorrow at seven. I can-”

Her face shutters at whatever Isla says. Her cheeks, already flushed from sex, turn dark red. “You’re impossible.”

Whoever is on the phone didn’t like hearing that, that’s clear. Skye turns away from me, still nude, her hair long down her back. My gorgeous bookstore clerk, smart and strong and brave. “Okay. Yes, of course I will. Do you want him to stay over at mine too?”

A pause.

“Yes. Fine. I’ll pick him up at six. And Isla… Don’t go too crazy this weekend, all right?”

Skye hangs up, a frown on her beautiful lips. It doesn’t belong there. “Whoever that was,” I declare, “was an idiot.”

She breaks into a surprised laugh. “Where did that come from?”

“Call it a hunch.”

“Well, I can’t outright agree to that.”

She nods. “I’m babysitting Timmy tomorrow. I don’t mind that part at all, but her bailing on a dinner with Mom isn’t cool. Especially not…” She trails off with a shake of her head. “I don’t want to bore you. It’s silly.”

It doesn’t sound silly, but I don’t push. I watch instead as she clips on her bra. Bye, breasts, I think. Until next time. I pull on my own pants and watch in amusement as she searches for her underwear.

“Where did you toss them?”

“No clue. I was more interested in what they covered.”

Skye blushes again. “Well, I do need them back.”

I help her look, finally finding her panties atop my dresser. I hand them to her with a flourish. “For you, miss.”

“Thanks.”

We head into the living room, Skye quietly doing up her buttons. “It’s a school night,” I say, “but I’ll never kick you out after sex. Stay as long as you’d like.”

Her smile is crooked. “So we can braid each other’s hair?”