Mine for Now - The Billionaire's Obsession #2 by J. S. Scott Read Free Book Online

mind.
    “Oh Christ.” The words exploded in a tortured voice that he could barely recognize as he looked down at her, watching her devour his cock with obvious enjoyment. Her eyes opened, her look scorching as their gazes met and locked.
    Simon felt his balls tighten and the gathering pressure at the base of his shaft. He was going to come…hard. Their eyes lost contact as he threw his head back, his hands guiding her head in a rapid rhythm along his pulsating shaft.
    Her hands cupped his ass, her nails scoring over his sensitized skin. “Oh, hell yeah. I’m gonna come.” he grunted, unable to verbalize anything else, knowing he needed to give Kara a warning that he was about to erupt like a fucking nuclear explosion.
    She didn’t move away. She moaned around him, the vibration sending him over the edge. Her nails dug into his ass and she practically swallowed his cock as he released himself with an agonized cry, his muscles screaming as they tensed and released from his violent orgasm.
    Simon panted heavily as Kara continued lave his cock, licking every drop sensually, languidly.
    He wanted to kiss her, needed to kiss her, but his pants were coming so heavily that he couldn’t catch his breath. Hauling Kara up and into his arms, he simply held her, his arms wrapping around her body, her face in his neck.
    He gulped, trying to force air into his burning lungs as he molded her sweet body against his.
    “Was it good?” she asked him quietly as her mouth nuzzled his neck.
    Simon laughed, wheezing as he replied, “Sweetheart, if it was any better it would have killed me.” God, this woman was special. So sweet, so sexy. So…his.
    Mine.  
    A hard wave of possessiveness swept over him and his arms tightened around her.
    “I actually was coming up to ask you what you wanted for dinner,” she informed him in a matter-of-fact voice, her apparent nervousness about not performing well seeming to have vanished. “But seeing you gloriously nude took away my appetite for food. I wanted to take a bite out of you.”
    Her hands swept over his body and his chest ached with the realization that she really did lust for his body, scars and all. “I wasn’t nude until you stripped me of my towel,” he reminded her.
    “How do you expect me to resist? You’re a walking temptation. A testosterone menace in a tiny little towel,” she sniffed, but there humor in her voice.
    Simon chuckled softly against her hair. He couldn’t help it. Kara was a fucking miracle. His miracle. “How about I take a bite out of you, now?” he murmured warmly, his body more than ready to start rising to the occasion.
    She broke away from him and picked up his towel, snapping his abdomen with it as she demanded, “Oh no, you don’t, mister. I’m starving now. Put that thing away. It’s dangerous.” She tossed the towel at him with a delighted giggle that struck him right in the chest. Catching the towel in mid-air, he wrapped it around his waist, his cock already half hard again for her.
    It was strange, how comfortable he was with his body exposed around her. He was still shaking his head over her obvious delight in seeing him nude, but he wasn’t going to question something that had him happier than he had been in…well…ever. “Come on, sweet thing. Just a tiny nibble,” he growled as he stalked her.
    “Nope. No way. Put it away. I need food.” She laughed out loud as she scampered for the door.
    He roared and lunged, chasing her down the stairs and into the kitchen, her laughter ringing through every corner of his empty house.
    And filling every inch of his empty heart.
*****
    What in the hell am I doing in this dress?  
    The next evening, Kara stood in front of a full-length mirror in her room, contemplating her appearance.
    Simon didn’t want to go to this party, had admitted that he hated Sam’s annual birthday bash.
    Who hated birthday parties?
    Kara frowned at herself in the mirror as she turned one way and then the other,