Captivating You (How to Marry a Billionaire #2)

Episode 50

EPISODE 50

SIENNA HITS NUMBER THREE

Sienna

Brett’s lips curve upward into a seductive smile. “You want to come?”

I’m tempted to look down at my plateful of food, but I don’t. I keep my gaze glued to his. “Yes, Brett. I want to come.”

He swirls the wine in his glass once more. “I’m going to go down on you, Sienna. What makes you think you won’t come?”

He’s sure of himself. “I don’t know anything about your competence at oral sex,” I say, still not wavering from his gaze. “How would I know?”

He shakes his head slightly, chuckling. “You’re saying you need evidence?”

Lawyer speak. I suppose I had that coming after my earlier interrogation. “Any good attorney needs evidence. I don’t take anyone’s word for anything.”

He takes a sip of wine. “I suppose it’d be a shame for our dinner to get cold.”

Damn him. He knows I’m horny, that I’m dying to come, and now he’s teasing me. But if he thinks he can outmaneuver me, he’s in for a surprise. “Yes, it would be a shame.” I slide my tongue over my lower lip, trying to ignore the ache between my legs. “On the other hand, I’ll never know if you’re as good as you say you are without the evidence to back it up.”

“Oh, I can back it up,” he says. “Surely you know that from this afternoon.”

I wet my finger with my tongue and slide it over the rim of my red wine glass, eliciting a low hum. “What I know from this afternoon is that you can get me hot. But I came from the friction of my clit on your thigh. That was all me , Brett.”

“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “You must be a shark in the courtroom.”

“I’m a corporate lawyer,” I say. “I rarely see the inside of a courtroom.”

He smiles again.

Damn, he’s good-looking.

“You have an answer for everything.” He takes another sip of Pinot Noir. “Let me posit this. You rubbed yourself on my thigh, but it was my hard muscle that got you going.”

He’s not wrong.

“I suppose you had something to do with it,” I say nonchalantly.

“You’re a goddamned tigress, Sienna.”

A tigress? That’s far from a wallflower. I’ll take it.

Brett places his goblet on the table and rises. He walks the few steps toward me, pulls out my chair, kneels before me, and spreads my legs. “But I’m a tiger, and I know how to keep my tigress in line.” He slides his hands up my thighs and tugs off my thong. Then he pushes the metal-mesh dress upward so he can spread my legs even wider. He closes his eyes, inhales, and then opens them. “Now that’s one wet and fragrant pussy. How quickly do you think I can make you come?”

At this rate, a few seconds, but I won’t let him know that. “Why don’t you see for yourself?”

“Those are fighting words.” He slides his fingers through my pussy lips.

Even without touching my clit, he’s got me raging to come. I’m a monster unleashed. Three orgasms in a day by two different men? Count me in.

“Watch me,” he says. “Watch me eat this delicious pussy. I don’t want to see your eyes leave mine, Sienna. If they do? If you look away? Close them? I’ll stop. Tell me you understand.”

I nod.

“Nope. I need to hear you say it. ‘I understand, Brett.’ Say that, or I don’t lick this luscious pussy, and we both lose.”

Damn him. He’s got me right where he wants me, and he knows it. All he had to do was look at me, touch me, to know how wet I am, to know how much I want him. This is a game to him, which is why it will never work between us.

I don’t play games.

Not anymore.

I could get up. Walk away. Come by my own hand, or find Zion or some other hunky staff member—there are many—to satisfy the throbbing in my pussy.

One thing to be said for Leroy—he never pulled this shit. Never made me beg for it. Never refused me if I didn’t say what he wanted to hear. For four years, our sex life was great. At least I thought it was.

I stay silent, though I never move my gaze from Brett’s blue eyes.

“I see fire in those eyes, Sienna,” he says in a low growl. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.”

Again, I stay silent.

It wouldn’t matter if I said I didn’t want it. He’d know it was a lie. My body has made that clear enough.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Brett says. “You should be in the courtroom. You’d never fucking lose.”

His gaze not once wavering from mine, he slides his tongue over my slit.

I can’t help a smile of satisfaction, and he notices. Oh, he notices.

“Fuck,” he groans against my inner thigh. “You make me want you more. Damn you.” He licks me again in one long, slow stroke all the way to my clit.

I arch my back, wanting to close my eyes, but I don’t. I keep my gaze trained on his. He smiles between my legs. “If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s a challenge. And you, Sienna, are a challenge.”

“If a challenge means something as simple as a woman who doesn’t obey your every command,” I say, “then consider me a challenge, I guess.”

“You’d be amazed how many women do exactly as I ask.”

Is he kidding? Does he have any idea how much I wanted to fall prey to his words? Repeat what he wanted to hear? It took all my willpower. But damn it, I won’t be that woman anymore. I won’t be the wallflower who will do anything to get a man. Or in this case, a simple orgasm.

“Perhaps you should find one of them, then,” I say boldly.

“Hell no.” He narrows his gaze, his eyes smoldering. “The woman I want at this moment is you. Only you.”

He dives between my legs again, and this time he doesn’t hold back. His tongue, his lips, his teeth—he uses all of them to lick and suck and even bite my pussy lips and my clit.

I slide to the end of my chair so he has better access, grab his blond hair, pull his face into me, and grind against his mouth and chin. Already I’m climbing toward that orgasm, and though part of me doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction, I can’t hold back. Don’t want to hold back. That would be playing games, and I don’t play games.

So I let myself go.

I come.

I come hard .

“That’s it,” he says as he shoves two fingers into me. “Come for me. Fuck, you’re hot.”

His fingertips on my G-spot spur me further into ecstasy, and the prickles begin again in my clit, surge outward like lightning, and then ricochet back to my core, culminating once more in my pussy as I clench around him.

He slides his tongue over me again as I come down from the climax. When I finally allow myself to close my eyes, he removes his fingers and rises. I open my eyes, and his face is in front of mine, his chin and lips glistening.

He leads my hand to the bulge in his pants. “See how much I want you, Sienna?”

“Fucking’s off the table,” I say on a sigh.

“Yeah, and I really wish it weren’t.”

I grab his cheeks and bring him in for a kiss. A long, slow kiss. I taste myself on his tongue and lips, mingled with the red wine and the lemon from the ceviche. Then I push him away. “Our dinners...”

“Right.” He draws in a deep breath and takes his chair opposite me.

I bring my mesh skirt back down and cover my quivering thighs.

Then I place my napkin back over my lap and inhale the spicy aroma of the jerk chicken.

Brett takes a bite of zucchini, chews, and swallows. “I hope that’s a prelude of the things to come this evening.”

“Maybe,” is all I say.

Though I wouldn’t mind a look at his cock. From the feel of his bulge, I can tell he’s massive. Too bad sex is off the table.

But a fourth orgasm might not be.

The chicken and vegetables are delicious, and we don’t talk much as we eat. We both clean our plates, and August returns to clear them.

“Dessert this evening is passion fruit gelato,” he says.

Brett grins. “I’ve already had my dessert, August, and it was sweeter than any fruit I’ve ever tasted.”

August returns his grin. “I understand, sir. Perhaps the lady would care for some?”

“I would, August. Thank you.”

He bows. “I’ll bring it straight away.”

“Are you still hungry?” Brett asks. “That was a feast.”

I give him a sly smile. “Oh, I’m hungry, all right. And I have plans for that gelato that I think you’ll love.”