The Billionaire: Forbidden Sex Love

As he voiced each of their names, I recited it in my head and shook their hand, trying to memorize who they were. And when I released Jack’s fingers, the last of the group, I said, “It’s nice to meet you all.” I gave them a wave and continued, “These are my girls. This is Monica, Lex, and Courtney.” I pointed at each one.

“Ladies, come sit,” Ford said, and he got up from his seat, calling the waitress over to get more chairs.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Dominick and Brett rose as well.

My friends were reluctant to take their places, but when the boys insisted, they caved.

Jenner sat in the only empty chair, the one he’d given up to meet us at the entrance, and he pulled me onto his lap. The second my butt landed, I felt his hardness, and he wasted no time pushing it into me.

If I’d thought I was wet before, nothing compared to this.

And when his lips pressed against the back of my neck, my body began to scream.

“Jo, where are you from?” I heard.

It took a moment for me to work my way out of this Jenner fog, but when I did, I realized Dominick was the one who had asked. While waiting for the waitress to return with chairs, he stood behind us.

“Miami,” I told him, and I pointed at the girls. “We all live there.”

“Do you come here for every March Madness?” he asked.

“Some of the girls aren’t even twenty-two yet,” I shyly admitted. “So, no, this is the first year we’ve been, now that we’re really able to enjoy Vegas.”

“You’re just babies,” he replied.

I laughed.

But he was right.

As I hung out with Jenner and his friends, dressed in sports coats with cuff links at the ends of their sleeves, having immediate access to the VIP area and not even blinking at the cost of bottle service, I certainly felt the difference between them and college guys.

But as Jenner’s lips moved down my shoulder, those thoughts dissolved.

And once again, I could think of nothing but him.

“You’re making it impossible for me to pay attention to this conversation with your brother,” I whispered.

His mouth moved to the back of my ear, where I felt a quick flick of his tongue. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

That was a warning.

Because seconds later, his fingers found me, pressing against the center of my stomach, his thumb rubbing circles, like he was threatening to go lower.

“You’re killing me,” I groaned only loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m not trying to …”

But he was.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Don’t you want me to make a good impression?”

As he exhaled, goose bumps lifted across my skin. “Jo, you already have.”

JENNER

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here was no way I could sit at this table with my brothers and friends and Jo’s crew and ignore my cock.

A hard-on that was fucking raging to be inside of her.

Every bit of small talk was making my patience thinner. Every question directed at her was only making me want her more.

I couldn’t wait a second longer to have her alone.

I downed the rest of my drink and growled in her ear, “We’re going to dance.”

She said nothing, not even putting up a fight as I stood from the chair and lifted her into the air, taking a few steps before I set her on her feet.

Dominick glanced at me before I turned, and I mouthed, We’ll be back, before I led her through the VIP area.

We descended the steps, and I brought her to the back of the dance floor.

This was where I wanted her, where we could escape those familiar eyes. Where she only had to focus on me.

Where I could feel the beat blast through her body.

Where I could watch her shake her ass, appreciating the way she moved, how her hips fucked the air, how they found a rhythm as though she were bouncing on my dick.

“I’m surprised you wanted to dance,” she said as I backed her all the way into the corner, the darkest, most private area I could find.

I needed to feel her ass first, so I flipped her around, pressing those perfect cheeks against my cock. I held her waist, my mouth going to her ear. “I want this.”

She circled her arms around my neck, shimmying her body lower, feeling the music. “You have it, Jenner.”

“Fuck me,” I moaned, teasing the bottom of her tit. “You’re fucking delicious.”

I couldn’t hold in my thoughts, especially as her back arched, urging my hands up. I moved to the flatness of her stomach, the dips of her hips before I cupped her tits, grazing her nipples, rubbing my fingers over them. There were cutouts in her dress that ran along her sides, even more slits across her back, the dress hanging low on her chest. The only way she could look sexier was if she was naked. And the best part of these small openings was that they gave me access to her skin.

Skin that I wanted to touch freely without any barrier between us.

Flesh that I wanted to caress.

This position gave me the perfect angle to do both.

“God, you feel so fucking good.”

I dipped into the hole on her back and slid below the fabric to her stomach.

She leaned into me, encouraging me to go further, to feel more of her.

I quickly glanced around us to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby, that no one was paying attention.

We were in the clear.

I had Jo all to myself.

And I planned to take full advantage of that.

She was shifting her ass across my cock, rubbing the length back and forth. With each grind, she pressed harder, her movements intentional.

Goading me.

When I turned her cheek to bite it, I saw the grin pulling on those gorgeous lips.

“Someone’s ready to play,” I hissed.

“Jenner …” She leaned forward, and even though she was dancing, she was taunting me with doggy style-one of my favorite positions. “I want you.” She moaned just as the bass lowered, drowning out her sound.