Billionaire Stepbrother: Winter (Our Forbidden Year Book 3) by Emilia Beaumont Page A

get nothing,” I said soothingly but with a hint of steely authority.
    She instantly stopped squirming.
    I swept my digit along her inner thigh, getting higher with each stroke. Her moans got loader, more impatient as she awoke.
    My grip on her wrists behind her doubled, ready for the moment when I would enter her, causing her to buck like a cowgirl.
    She was so open and ready for me, but I restrained myself from plunging in head–first, prolonging the agony.
    “You want this?” I asked as I circled around her pulsing opening.
    “Yes,” she breathed.
    I thrust my finger deep within her, in and out, slow, then fast. I held onto her, encouraging her to arch backwards, to show me her exposed tits. Hearing her cry with pleasure made my cock thicken and rise high. I was almost at the point where I couldn’t hold back any more. I ached to be within her.
    I was about to make my move, edging the tip closer, the head of my cock about to slip inside her, when Aimee bolted upright, forcing me to let go of her.
    “What time is it?” she squealed.
    “Time for me to come in you,” I replied and moved my hands back towards her wetness.
    “I’m serious, Lex.” She tried to reach over and grab her phone that lay silent on the bedside table. “What bloody time is it?” she repeated.
    I raised my eyebrow and grinned. “I’ll never tell.”
    Her arm claimed a pillow behind her, and in a flash she beat me over my head with it. For being so small, she’s surprisingly quick when she wants to be.
    “Well, I’m definitely not telling you now.”
    I managed to claim her weapon of choice and restrained her tight against me. Aimee squirmed, her body rubbing up against me, causing my hard cock to pulse in desperation, eager for release. Where’s some rope when you needed it? I thought.
    Her hazel eyes glinted at me, and before she could utter another single syllable, I claimed her mouth for my own. Aimee’s eyelids fluttered shut, and she let out a deep, longing moan as I explored her mouth with my tongue.
    Just when I thought she’d given in, Aimee pulled her head back, gasping. “You’re not going to distract me.”
    I shrugged, unperturbed, and tried to kiss her again.
    “You turned the alarm off again, didn’t you?” she accused, dodging my advances. “What time did you get in, anyway?”
    “Late,” I replied.
    This time I let her slip from my grasp, and she clambered over me to the table and reached for her quiet phone.
    “Shit. Shit. Shit!”
    Her cute bare butt was literally hovering near my face. Just a little nibble, I thought. I took a tiny bite, as if indulging in some ripe fruit, and I relished the taste of her. She cried out, and I gave her a passing spank as she scrambled off the bed. Her panic mode engaged.
    Aimee launched into a frenzy, looking for clothes, smoothing down her ruffled hair. There go any thoughts of a wild morning, I thought.
    I lay back, tucked my arms behind my head and watched the show before me as Aimee rushed around frantically. I tried hopelessly to forget my furious hard–on.
    “How could you let me lie in?” she cursed from the bathroom. “You know I have a test this morning!”
    “Just come back to bed. I’ll do that thing with my tongue you like.”
    “Bugger, bugger, shit, shit.”
    “Language, Aimee. Who knew you swore so much?” I scolded, trying to keep my face serious.
    She stood in the doorway and pointed her toothbrush at me, her eyes wild with anger. “You! Just shut your face. You did this all on bloody purpose.”
    “You’re cute when you’re mad, you know?” I said, unable to stop myself from provoking the fire.
    An ankle–boot flew through the air and hit, with a clatter, against the wall on my left.
    “You have crap aim, too,” I said, laughing.
    “Shit,” she said again, as she stomped across the room to reclaim the boot. She tugged it onto her foot, hopping up and down to keep her balance so she didn’t fall over. I stifled a laugh, but it escaped