Page 62 of Billionaire's Desire
This man has reduced me to silly one-word answers.
“Very sticky.”
And by the time I stagger out of his room to get breakfast for my other guests, my nipples are deliciously sore and I am extremely sticky, just as he promised.
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“Hilda, how many orgasms can one person have before they pass out from exhaustion?’
She giggles at my dumb inquiry.
Yep, it is confirmed. Max has turned me into a blubbering fool.
“Why? What is this man doing to you?”
“Oh!” I sigh. “I wish I could tell you.”
“You could, then we can trade stories because Zach has been pulling these moves that I have been dying to discuss.”
I giggle.
Hilda has become my second favorite part of my day. I miss Poppy every single day, but Hilda is an important facet of my life right now and she makes it all worthwhile.
I am still not going to share my sex life with her.
“Nope. I am not telling you. Just know, a lot of syrup was involved.”
She squeals in excitement.
“Tell me more.”
“Nope. In fact, it is almost time for dinner, and we have to get going.”
“I am going to need details. Max’s dinner can wait.”
“No it cannot, and no you are not getting details.”
She pouts playfully.
“Fine. But now I am not going to tell you about Zach and his belt.”
“Belt?”
“A trade for a trade.”
“Not going to happen,” I laugh.
“Worth the try. Let’s go.”
I pull her out of our cabin heading to the kitchen to grab instructions and dinner.
And ten minutes later, just like in the morning, I find myself pinned against the wall, breathless and having another orgasm.
“Fuck!” he groans as I come apart.
Fuck yes!
I straighten my clothes, run my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look presentable.
