The Billionaire's Secret by Ava Miles

texture of the loaf filled her mouth, and the sensation of eating her own bread and sharing it with Evan broke open her heart even more. Tears filled her eyes.
    “I’m so glad I can share this with you,” she whispered.
    He’d finished chewing and was gazing at her with lust and sweetness, all wrapped into one. “Your bread is…unforgettable—like you. I’ve never tasted any like it, and I know I never will.”
    She’d left her mark. On the bread. On him. And they were about to leave an even greater imprint on each other by making love.
    He took the hand that held the bread and brought it to his lips. Her heart squeezed as she fed him again—by his request. She took another bite too, savoring the lush feel and taste of the baguette. But soon, she had to share herself with him. She laid the baguette on his chest and leaned down to kiss him.
    His mouth opened, and their tongues dueled and danced. She could taste the water and the yeast that had made all the ingredients rise together. The sensation of his hot mouth, of his slick tongue called to something wild in her. Pressing back, she tore off another hunk of the baguette and ran it across his muscular shoulders. He grabbed the baguette on his chest, broke off a piece, and set aside the remainder of the loaf. He slid the bread between her breasts. The touch was raw and edgy and made every nerve in her body tingle.
    Then, he pressed her onto her back and rolled onto her until he was poised between her open legs. He traced the lacy edges of her teddy with the crust and then used it to raise the lingerie up her thighs, exposing more skin. Angling forward, he kissed the tops of her thighs, the swell of her belly, and the rise of her breasts.
    Then he pressed the bread to her mouth. She opened for him and took another bite, humming at the taste as much as from the pleasure of his caress. Then he bit into the bread from the spot she’d touched and chewed, watching her with an intensity that made her legs shift under him.
    She traced the edges of his muscles with the remaining bread in her hand, delighting in his groans. He in turn drew lines across her almost like he was mapping the secret places that gave her pleasure. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She rose to a siting position and tugged off her teddy.
    Lying back, she took his hands, which were empty now, and drew them to her breasts. “Evan, I need your hands and mouth on me.”
    His eyes sparkled with intensity—a lake under the hot afternoon sun—and his hands settled on her breasts. He drew circles around her nipples, and soon she was straining into his touch. She rose up to kiss him, and they fell into a deep, urgent embrace before he rolled onto her again. Her hands settled on his back, stroking the strong muscles there. The kisses made her achy with need, and she gripped his waist when he broke away and set his mouth to her breasts. He licked and sucked and tugged and pulled until she was crying out.
    “I need—”
    “I know you do,” he whispered back as his hand moved between her legs and gave her what she craved.
    She came in a long series of cries and arches, and through it all, his touch only took her higher and higher. When she finally became aware of him again, she was flushed and exhausted and blissful and never wanted the feelings to end.
    Then he kissed his way back up her body until he reached her lips. He tugged her bottom lip into his mouth, and while she knew he was corded with desire, she couldn’t make herself reach for him yet.
    “Give me a moment to come back,” she whispered.
    “There’s no rush,” he said, but even through the glowing, pulsing haze they’d created, she could hear the edge of raw need in his voice.
    She struggled to resurface, to give him something of what he’d given her. After pushing him onto his back, she rose over him. She shook her hair back from her face, the sensation of the strands brushing her neck unbearably arousing.
    “We didn’t talk