The Boss and Her Billionaire by Michelel de Winton Page B

out of his hands. Two could play at the passion game. “I want you,”
    she purred, grasping at his erection and pushing him against the opposite wall.

    “You’ll finish me if you touch me like that,” Dylan managed.

    “Good.” The shock of seeing him fully undressed was tempered now by the water, her desire, and the
    need clearly etched on his face.

    He was big—very big—and hard. Oh, boy.

    Her fingers wrapped around the skin of his rock-hard , stroking up and down, teasing him into a groaning frenzy. Dylan thrust out his arms to press his hands against the sides of the shower as his face convulsed with the pleasure of her touch.

    “Don’t, you’ll—”

    Michaela ignored his warning and ducked her head under the water to take his whole thick length into
    her mouth. She loved the way he groaned when she ran her tongue over the sensitive head, loved the
    way his body moved—his narrow thrusting gently as she moved her mouth over him. She loved the taut
    feel of his butt under her hands, the muscles clenching, then releasing. His hands wrapped in her hair.
    His passion mounted, his stomach tensing more with each stroke as her face came close to his body.

    She felt the beginnings of his release and rolled her tongue again for good measure, only pulling back as his body finished its shuddering .

    Sure, she was a little out of practice with getting , but he wasn’t the only one who knew a few tricks.

    Dylan panted. The water dripped from his nose as he hung his head and caught his breath. His arms
    were still braced against the sides of the shower, and he looked spent, but not weakened by any stretch.
    Michaela stepped back, turning to get out of the shower.

    “Not so fast, young lady.” Dylan grabbed her wrist and spun her back toward him. As he pulled her into his heaving chest, his lips nuzzled her throat, and he growled, “cheeky.”

    She smiled, but he gave her little time to rest on her laurels. The kiss that followed was a merciless tease, feathery light, then hard and deep. A mere flutter of his tongue on her still-moist lips, then a sharp nip from his bared teeth.You don’t think you can pull that trick on me and get away with it?” He pushed her back against the wall, his hands again stroking her s before they slid down, following the path of the shower water toward the translucent lace scrap of her briefs. With his hard body pressed
    against hers, she was helpless to escape. He pushed her against the wall with his own, and she felt his full strength.

    “My turn.” The words emerged from his throat as little more than a sexy snarl.

    Michaela gasped. “What are you—”

    But his lips captured her mouth and silenced her once more. Releasing her only when she’d stopped
    protesting, Dylan clenched her firm in both hands, lifting and putting her down on the small ledge set into the shower wall to hold soaps. “It’ll break,” she said, but he hushed her again, lifting her arms above her head and guiding them to hold on to the sturdy curtain rail that ran the whole way around the
    shower box.

    His eyes had turned as liquid as the shower water, their emerald depths steamier by far than the vapor that circled their heads. His hands smoothed the water across her body, massaging the firm flesh of her arms, her s, her stomach and thighs. Then he knelt before her, the water pouring off his broad
    shoulders, and gently blew a hot kiss against her sex. One of his hands moved up her body again to palm her , and he half stood to take it again in his mouth while leaving the other hand to massage between her legs.

    When she thought she wouldn’t be able to take it any longer, his hand slid beneath the waistband of her sodden panties and ripped her last piece of protection away. He kneeled again between her legs…and
    waited.

    “Oh, please,” she moaned, and with a grin he obliged her, sliding a finger deep inside her. She
    shuddered as he stroked back and forth, gently probing her inner