Lazer Focused: A Jet City Billionaire Romance (The Billionaire Matchmaker Series Book 1) by Gina Robinson Read Free Book Online Page B

to climax.
    Do it. Do it. Let go.
    He cupped my breasts and I gasped, losing my rhythm for just a second.
    "Beautiful," he whispered and leaned his head back, twirling my nipples gently between his fingers. He sucked in a great gasp of air.
    I braced myself, ready to congratulate myself on a blowjob well done.
    At the last minute, he gently pulled my head away. "Not yet." He bent over me, parted my legs, and kissed my inner thigh. Licking. Sucking. Moving higher. And higher. Closer.
    I spread my legs wider and moaned softly as he stroked me with his fingers. His mouth was just inches away.
    I was too close. Too far gone. Had gone far too long without. The first one would be the earth-shatterer. Inside. He had to be inside for it.
    I grabbed his head and brought it up to look at me. "Get a condom."
    He reached into a nightstand drawer for one.
    "Kiss me," I whispered as he slid into bed next to me. I angled my lips toward his.
    There was time when lying naked entwined in a man's arms was something I thought I'd never do again. Certainly not with a stranger. So why was I so comfortable now?
    Lazer kissed me gently, grazing my lips with his, as if he'd always known how I liked to be kissed. I kissed him back, darting my tongue in the part between his lips. Feeling the heat between us as his Arrogance filled the room.
    I took the condom from him, slid it on him, pulled him on top of me, and positioned him. "It's only going to take a few thrusts," I whispered. "Fuck me like you mean it."
    He grinned. "Any way you want it."
    He slid in with such force it took my breath away. I grabbed a handful of sheet to hold my position.
    He thrust again, perched above me. "Damn you're tight. Sure you're not a virgin?"
    I laughed and wrapped my legs around his back, digging my heels into him. "You haven't seen anything yet." I squeezed him harder.
    "Fuck."
    "Exactly. Do your job, playboy." I took his face in my hands, and stared up at him, hoping he didn't see how grateful I was to him for awakening this desire with such force. He didn't realize what a beast he'd released.
    I pressed my lips roughly to his and thrust up to meet him. Again. And again. The bed rocked. The headboard slammed against the wall. I sank into the plush mattress topper as he went deep into me again and again.
    I closed my eyes and let the waves build. Rose up to meet them. Let myself bloom for him. Felt the crest coming and imagined myself riding it.
    Then I was moaning into his mouth. And sighing. And cresting and cresting and cresting . And trying to call someone's name. Maybe it was his.

Chapter 4
    L azer
    Women typically wanted to please me in bed. It was just the way it was. I was under no illusions. Ninety-nine percent of them wanted to shag and then snag a billionaire. The snagging was a lost cause. I always made that clear up front. I rarely bothered texting afterward unless I was really interested. And when I was, I was only looking for a little additional fun.
    But hope is such a damn persistent animal. And inconvenient for me when a woman wouldn't take the hint that fun was fun and nothing more. My commitment issues were genetic and not bound to change. Let the experience be something to check off their bucket list and move on. Stop hoping to win the marriage lottery with me.
    As much fun as I'd had in bed, no woman had ever had the reverence for my body that Ashley had. No woman had ever been as conscious of my needs. I was blown away. It was hot as hell.
    As I lay next to her in bed, enjoying the sight of her naked body, I pulled her into the crook of my arm. Tenderness and cuddling after sex was something I enjoyed. I couldn't stop myself from grinning at her. For some inexplicable reason, I felt as ecstatic as the very first time. The sex had been mind-blowing. "You can't tell me married sex gets any better than that? We didn't seem to have any problems moving together."
    "Mmmmmm…no, our rhythm seemed pretty perfect." She smiled drowsily. It was a look I