Page 91 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Truth,” I instructed, adding a slight edge to my tone.
Her cheeks took on a pink hue as she reclined against her pillow. “I was going to touch myself.”
“Were you?” My voice quivered slightly when I lifted my hips so Kieran could tug my slacks down enough to free my cock.
“Yes.”
“Did something get you hot and bothered?”
“Maybe.”
Her teasing tone relaxed the tightness in my chest. “What was it?”
“You and Kieran.”
Kieran’s hand paused around my cock at the same time I stopped breathing. “Clarify.”
She giggled. “You know I don’t work for you, right? You can’t boss me around.”
“Em.”
Another giggle. “What? It’s not a crime to fantasize about two men, is it?”
“Both of us?”
“Yeah.”
“At the same time?”
“Yeah. So?”
Christ Almighty. This woman was going to be the death of me.
“Em? I need you to do something for me,” I told her, trying to ignore the soft rasp of Kieran’s tongue as he took the head of my cock into his mouth but failing miserably.
“What’s that?”
“I don’t want you to touch yourself.”
“Why?” Her lower lip formed a pout and I fought back the smile.
“Because I asked nicely.”
“You didn’t ask at all,” she countered.
I grinned. “You’re right. I didn’t. But I still don’t want you to touch yourself.”
Her eyes narrowed. “What do I get if I don’t?”
A soft groan escaped my throat, partly because of her sassy attitude and partly because of the blessed mouth wrapped around my dick. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”
She stared at me before finally biting out a clipped, “Fine.”
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Em,” I told her, reaching around to fist Kieran’s hair.
“Whatever.”
The call ended and I leaned back into the seat, succumbing to the wicked suction of Kieran’s mouth on my cock. I dropped the phone to the seat, used both hands to hold Kieran’s head as he bobbed up and down on my dick. I wasn’t gentle, thrusting my hips, forcing the head of my cock into his throat.
