Crossland (Billionaire’s Game #4) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
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“Goddamn,” I said, taking a moment to look down at her. She had nothing on but black lace and the Calgary jersey, and I’d never been so damn attracted to a woman in my entire life.

Did that mean I had a fucking ego on me? Being turned on by her wearing my team’s jersey?

Yeah, but I sure as shit didn’t question it.

“You’re fucking stunning, Aspen,” I said, smoothing my fingers down her thighs.

She looked like she wanted to argue with that statement, so I stepped between her thighs, leaning over to kiss her again. I slid my hand between her legs, teasing her over the lace with light strokes that had her hips arching off the bed, silently begging for more contact.

I smirked against her lips, sucking her bottom one into my mouth and relishing the sweet little gasp that came out of her mouth.

“So eager,” I teased, backing up enough to look down at her. Fuck, she was gorgeous, all splayed out on the bed, eyes needy and breaths quick. “And I thought you said you were slow to fire.”

“I am,” she groaned, her back arching as I continued to tease her. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good.”

Heat coiled beneath my skin. “What feels good?” I asked. “This?” I drew a light circle over the lace, right above her clit.

“Yes.”

“What about this?” I trailed my fingers lower, just barely grazing her center, my entire body going taut when I felt a slip of wetness there. Fuck, my dick ached, growing rock hard in my pants to the point of pain. I silently told him to calm the fuck down. It wasn’t about him tonight.

“God, yes. Crossland,” she said my name like a demand, and it only made my grin widen as I watched the need play out over her face.

My girl was strung out and begging to be pushed over the edge. Maybe she’d been that way since our first kiss, maybe it’d been too long since she’d had a good orgasm, but either way, I was more than happy to oblige.

I continued to play with her, leaning down and planting kisses down her neck and lower, pushing up the jersey to lay kisses over her hips. She arched into my every touch, her little gasps and moans feeding into every aching need I had. I glanced at my watch.

“Two minutes left,” I whispered, before hooking my hands behind her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed.

Her shocked little squeal abruptly cut off the minute I sank to my knees between her thighs. She propped up on her elbows, looking down at me, and I swear the way she looked at me made me want to come right then and there.

I kept myself together, just barely, before dipping my head enough to tease my mouth over the lace.

“Crossland,” she groaned, her fingers digging into the comforter. “Please.”

And there it was. That breathy please was what I’d been waiting for, her tone laced with equal parts need and irritation. She was on edge, right where I wanted her.

I smiled up at her, gently adjusting her knee over my shoulder to bring her pussy right where I wanted it. Fuck me, I wanted to rip the lace off and sink my cock into her until she moaned my name over and over again.

“What?” I asked, knowing damn well what. I pressed the lace against her clit, using the textured friction to work her up even more as I drew circles around the swollen little bud. “You can’t be there already,” I teased, dipping my head and dragging my bottom lip ever so lightly up her slit.

Her thigh clenched where it rested against my face, and I knew she was, in fact, right there.

In that case…

I shifted the lace to the side and lapped my tongue through her heat, groaning at that first heady lick of her. Damn, she tasted divine, like salt and honey and whatever fucking dreams were made of.

She gasped, arching into my face as she sought her pleasure.

“Goddammit,” she groaned as I lapped and sucked and licked. “Goddamn you.”

I smiled against her swollen flesh, not once stopping, her little pleasured curses only fueling my need to devour her entirely. I brought my hand up, sliding two fingers inside her while flattening my tongue against her clit. I pumped and curled my fingers in time with her breaths, quicker and quicker until she clenched around me.

“Cross!” she moaned, her body trembling as her orgasm rippled through her. Fuck, hearing her say my name like that, too worked up to get my full name out, made pre-come bead on my cock. I ignored its demands to unzip and sink into her, and instead focused on pumping her through the aftershocks of her orgasm, my fingers working in slow strokes until she went limp beneath me.


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