The Millionaire's Secret Wish by Leanne Banks

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    “It’s so good I want it to last,” she said, and lazily guided her thumb from the base of his hardness all the way to the top. Swirling her tongue around his, she echoed the movement with her thumb on his erection, dragging his honeyed arousal around the swollen tip.
    Dylan’s groan vibrated inside her mouth. “Two can play,” he warned and gently pushed her back on the bed. His knee pushed apart her legs and he drew her nipple into his mouth. “I love the way you taste,”he said, and made her feel like the most desirable creature in the world.
    He touched her waist and squeezed her hips, then lowered his fingers to her thighs and caressed her. He glanced the swollen bead of her sensitivity with one long stroke, then caressed her thigh again.
    Alisa moved restlessly beneath him. He touched her again with one agonizingly slow and thorough stroke and again moved away. Alisa’s pulse hammered throughout her body. The combination of his mouth on her breasts and his teasing fingers made her sweat. She bit her lip.
    When he took the long intimate stroke again, the promise of pleasure was too great. She couldn’t prevent her lower body from arching up to him. Her body was begging.
    “You like that,” he said in a voice rough with approval and began to stroke her. He slid a finger inside her and she felt herself go to the brink.
    Frantic, she covered his hand with hers. “Not this time. I don’t want to go that way,” she said.
    “Oh, Alisa,” he said with a laughter that shimmied through every nerve ending. “You’re going every way.”
    She touched his face, meeting his gaze. “Promise me,” she whispered. “Promise.”
    Something deep, dark and timeless flickered in his eyes. “Promise,” he said and kissed her.
    He toyed with her, seeming to know exactly how to touch her, and she felt herself clench with pleasure.As if from a distance, she heard him encouraging her in a low, velvet voice. Before she could breathe, he lowered his head down her belly and began to take her with his mouth. Alisa clutched the coverlet on his bed with her fingers as his wicked wonderful tongue drove her up and over again.
    Weak with pleasure, she looked at him through a haze of wonder. She wondered why she had the sensation of familiar, yet new. Had she dreamed of this so often that she felt she knew him intimately?
    He pulled a plastic packet from his nightstand and protected her, then entwined his fingers through hers. He lowered his head so that he was mere breaths from her face. “I promised I would go with you. Promise me you’ll never regret this.”
    His low-voiced demand made her heart squeeze tight in her chest. How could she ever regret being with Dylan? She felt her eyes fill with tears. “That isn’t possible. Not—”
    “Promise,” he said, and his eyes were full of a dozen emotions.
    “I promise,” she said, and he thrust inside her.
    Alisa’s breath stopped. His invasion was swift and sure. He filled her so completely that she felt overstretched.
    “I hurt you,” he said, and began to pull away.
    Alisa shook her head adamantly and slid her arms around his back to hold him tight. She took a careful breath. “It’s just been a while,” she finally managed. She licked her dry lips and willed herself to relax.
    His dark gaze wrapped around her and held her. She heard him give a long sigh as if he were reining himself in. “So we’ll go slow,” he said, and moved inside her with an excruciating deliberate stroke.
    Twining his fingers with hers again, he held her hands and every part of her inside and out. For those few precious moments she felt as if there was nothing between them. With each slow thrust he became more and more a part of her. Notch by notch he took her up the scale of arousal again. She could see by his clenched jaw that his restraint cost him.
    The overwhelming sense of fulfillment echoed inside her heart, mind and soul. When he pushed her over the edge of pleasure again, she