A Family For The Billionaire ✅

17.

Aston couldn't quite believe the woman in his arms was his. Soft. Sweet, with just  enough spice. And he had no doubt that she was giving herself to him fully in this moment.

Was it possible to feel humbled and powerful at the same time?

He'd certainly never had the heady experience before, but he wasn't goin for waste it. With the expert skill he'd never thought he'd needs he waltzed Aubrey in a full circle around the room, coming to rest near the alcove door. Knowing the house had been cleared of workers, he didn't bother leading her to a more secluded spot.

Privacy wasn't as important as their hunger for each other.

He thanked the universe for the opportunity and crowded her against the wall with his body. Her eyes widened. Her breads plumped above the edge of her dress. Her skin was pale against the deep blue. Aston wanted to explore every inch, but for tonight, he would taste her right here.

His lips stroked over hers. He savored the mewling from her throat as their tongues entwined. She tasted of surrender, though he knew her strength; she had tested him with it more than once. And would again in the future.

But, for tonight, she was his.

She wasn't a passive princess. Her deft fingers unbuttoned his jacket then slid to spread warmth to his ribs through his thin shirt. Her touch sent a surge of need rush through him. His lips pressed closer. She gasped.

He had to taste more of her.

Bending low, he placed his mouth right below her ear. One of the most tempting things Aubrey did to him every day was wear her hair up. It was gorgeous down, and it was pure pleasure burying his hands in its thickness. But when it was pulled up into a twist, a bun, or hell, even a ponytail, he couldn't resist the length of her neck and the sensitive skin he knew was there.

She clutched at him once more as his mouth covered the pulse point below her ear. Her breath hitched as he suckled lightly. The tension invading her body drove his own need higher. The fact that he knew how to make this woman ache with pleasure brought him the most satisfaction of anything he'd experienced this far in life.

It was addictive. Necessary.

Slowly, he let himself meander the familia but exciting path down her straining muscles. Her skin was smooth. Her body was responsive on every level. He lapped at the hollow at the base of her throat, savoring the rapid beat of her pulse. Her cries filled his ears. He knew without a doubt that she was ready for him.

But he wasn't taking things further without sampling the top curve of her breasts, slightly salty from her day of work. He pulled her closer and lifted her higher with his hands at her waist. Tender flesh plumped beneath his lips. He couldn't stop working her until he nuzzled one tight nipple. Her textures and flavors amazed him.

He drew on her carefully, knowing how sensitive she was here. Her cries grew loud enough to echo off the walls. Strange how satisfying that was to hear. Aston played for long moments, feeling her fists clench and pull at his shirt.

Now. He needed her now.

With more haste than finesse, he scrambled beneath the layers at the front of her dress until his hands found skin. Then he followed the trembling muscles of her thighs to her damp underwear. Quincy he stripped it from her.

Mine. Mine.

He readied himself, practically tearing open his fly and fitting on a condom. He lifted one of her legs, making a place for himself between them. The moment that he slid inside, her head fell back against the wall. The thrust and retreat was exquisite. His hips drove hard as she gasped out his name.