Without Warning: A Billionaire Romance (Playboys of New York Book 5), JA Low [book suggestions .TXT] 📗

red lips that I want to see wrapped around my dick. Her cheeks are a little flushed from taking in my longing stare.

She pushes off the kitchen counter and saunters toward me. I watch in fascination as her hips sway and her tits jiggle, hypnotizing me.

Is this the present Stirling mentioned? It’s a good one. I’ll give him that, but definitely weird.

Her berry scent hits me, and my mouth waters. I don’t know who this woman is, but I do know I want her. Need her.

When she reaches me, she grabs my untied tie and slides it from around my neck.

“You have plans for that, sweetheart?” I question her.

“The more important question is, do you?” She raises a brow in my direction.

Fuck. Biting my bottom lip, I take her in up close this time.

She is absolutely stunning.

Sex pours from her pores.

“Turn around,” I tell her. My voice deepening huskily, she’s too tempting for me. I can’t say no now.

I want to taste her.

I need to have her.

She does as she’s told and turns around, and that’s when I get a glimpse of her perfect peachy ass. Fuck. I wrap my tie around her eyes and secure it at the back of her head. I lean over and whisper into her ear, “You’re safe with me.” I’m just making sure she knows that being blindfolded by a perfect stranger, she will be safe. Goosebumps lace her sun-kissed olive skin at my words. “Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yes.” She sighs.

This woman is perfection.

My lips connect with her neck as I make my way down from her ear, watching her shiver with each connection. My hands run down her arms until they reach her hips, then I turn her around. She looks so beautiful, those plump red lips, my tie around her eyes, her breasts moving rapidly as her other senses become heightened.

“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, and this makes her smile.

I can’t help myself as I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. A tiny gasp falls from her lips before she too hungrily kisses me back. Her hands reach for my chest as she grips my shirt. My hand cups one side of her face, pulling her closer to me. I’m lost in her scent and her warmth, as we devour each other.

Her hands begin to unbutton my business shirt. One by one, the buttons open until my bare chest is exposed. I’ve been working out a lot more in London than I ever did back home. You can’t go running in the constant rain over there, so most nights, I would hit the gym. I’m confident she will like my efforts.

I shuck off my shirt, the material flutters to the floor. Her greedy hands run over my broad chest, down over my six-pack. Her fingers run along with every dip and plane of my body, then back up over my shoulders and down my arms. Her nails dig into my hips as she pulls me closer.

I’ve never been so turned on in my life.

My hands reach out and pick her up. She gasps as I stride through my apartment and place her ass on the end of my dining table. Her legs instinctively open for me, exposing her white lace-clad pussy.

“I want you so badly,” I confess.

“Take me,” she replies, and that’s all the words I need to do precisely that.

My hands move to my belt as I pull it hurriedly through the loops of my suit pants. Next to go are my socks and then my pants until I am standing in front of her in my boxer briefs with my dick pointing out over the elastic waistband. I grab her face again as I kiss her.

Her hands reach out and find me half-naked, then they slide down to my underwear, where she runs her hand along my thickening length. She pushes the material out of the way, exposing me to the cool air as her hand grips around my dick.

“Fuck,” I groan out.

Her hands grip hard and begin to move up and down my cock, rubbing the pre-cum across my skin, helping her slide against it.

This woman is driving me crazy.

Then I still.

Condoms.

Where the fuck are my condoms?

“Everything okay?” She senses my pause.

“Yeah. Just trying to remember where I put my condoms,” I tell her.

She smiles. “I have some in my purse if you like.”

My head turns and scans the room. I notice her red purse on the kitchen bench. She lets go of my dick, and I rush back over to grab them. I see sitting beside her bag a $1500 bottle of whiskey.

Did she bring that with her?

Who cares?

I want to get back to the beautiful woman spread out on the table. I open her purse and pull out the condoms, then bring them back to the table, stilling when I see that the mysterious woman has undressed.

Fuck.

I bite my knuckles as I take in her exquisiteness. She’s spread out against the table like a glorious feast. And boy, am I hungry.

Swiftly, I sheath myself then I throw the rest of the condoms on the floor.

6

Ariana

Rhys is way hotter than any of his pictures indicated. Not that I can see anything anymore because I’ve let him blindfold me. Which is a foolish thing to do with a stranger, but it felt right. I feel safe with him. He has never given me any creeper vibes. And boy, can the man kiss. I thought I was about to come just from his lips.

“Oh, God.” His five o’clock shadow tickles as he bites my inner thighs. Being blindfolded, I have no idea where he is at any moment. So, his hot breath between my legs is a pleasant surprise.

Then, the first sweep of his tongue along with me, and I’m gone for. My back arches off the table as his tongue slides along me over and over again. Then his lips suck my clit, and my body electrifies.

Good God, this man is a pussy