Bare Skin: A Billionaire Romance by Leah Holt Read Free Book Online Page B

twitching with eager need to rip the material clear off.
    God, I need to have her. All of her, in every way possible.
    Willow closed her eyes, legs parting further. She didn't speak, she didn't tell me to stop, or even to keep going. So I did what I felt, and tickled my fingers across her hidden pussy.
    Her chest jumped with a quick gasp, breathing turning shallow, thighs opening even wider.
    Words aren't needed, her body speaks thousands.
    Curving my index finger into the edge of her panties, I plucked them to the side. A shadow from her lap hid the view, but I could see a faint glimmer of her lips. Feeling the smooth surface, it was wet and soaked, pulsing with need.
    Dropping my gun, I laid my free hand over my cock. The tip was engorged, pressing up into my jeans. Squeezing the crown, I fiddled with the button to pop it free. I had to release some of the pressure, my dick was angry and ready to break through the surface.
    I want to fuck her, I need to fuck her.
    Damn her friend for being here!
    Pressing her thighs together, Willow rocked her hips forward, a graceful moan floated out from the back of her throat.
    My balls tensed, cock throbbing as I drove my hand inside to grab the shaft. Stroking my length, I pushed my finger into her entrance. Eagerly she devoured my offer, closing around my finger and latching on.
    Her hips dug down, rolling and gyrating in the chair. Faster and faster I thrust deep into her pussy, her juice smothering my skin in liquid temptation.
    Willow's teeth bit down hard on her lip, silencing the gasps floating out. Slipping a second finger in, her face scrunched a little. But the subtle discomfort washed away, back arching off the chair, riding my hand.
    My cock was thick to the point I was afraid it would burst. All I wanted was to throw her legs open and fuck her. She was wet enough to guide me in, tight enough to milk my length.
    But I couldn't, not now, not with her friend right outside the door.
    And as quickly as the spark ignited, it was gone. The sound of feet crept closer to the door, Beth closing in on our unexpected encounter.
    Willow pulled herself free, clearing her throat and snapping her head towards the entrance.
    I jammed my dick painfully back into my pants. My cock cried out in pain from not getting what it wanted, and being bent in a way that wasn't natural.
    No! Fuck me!
    Willow's eyes slit tight, jagged rock exploding behind her pupils.
    What the fuck was that?
    Fear? Disdain? Regret?
    Was she trying to ignore the attraction between us? Or was it just something she refused to let in?
    Was regret for giving in sinking through her skull?
    She didn't stop me, so why the fuck did she throw evil eyes my way? She accepted my hand, she welcomed the gifted touch.
    It should have been me glaring, my eyes launching fire. But not at her, at Beth for coming back and corrupting our time.
    “What do you think so far, Beth?” She asked, fingers strangling the life out of my chair. And her eyes strangling the air out of my lungs.
    I wanted her to look at me again, I wanted her to give in to the small flame between us. But she blew it out, focusing on her friend to keep the air light and the tension thin.
    I understood that Beth had just smothered our moment of passion, she had completely fucking cock blocked me.
    My balls were now hurting, swollen and sore from not being able to finish. Willow looked completely shaken. Her eyes had gone hard, full of disapproval with a nervous edge.
    Beth let her eyes drift up for a moment, before the self reflection floated them back onto her own image. “It looks nice, Lo.”
    She hadn't even smiled or said a damn thing when she walked back in, she just sped right over to the mirror to get back into her own reflection.
    We probably could have kept going, I bet I could have kept flicking her sensitive button and Beth wouldn't have even given us a second glance.
    So why did she stop me?
    “You hardly even looked. How can you even see it from there?”