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  He said harshly, “Good.” And he made sure they ached even more, lowering his head to capture one nipple with his mouth while his other hand began squeezing her other breast.

  “Oh. My. Goooood.”

  Her hands clutched his shoulders as he sucked harder on her nipple while his fingers began to play with the other one.

  “Christien, oh God.”

  He switched his attention to the other breast, doing the same thing, and her hands moved over his shoulders. “Christien, please.” Her nails raked his back, and it was the most arousing little thing. He repaid the favor by biting her nipple.

  She started to scream.

  Shit.

  He swiftly rose up and covered her mouth with his hand. “Be quiet,” he hissed, “if you don’t want to wake your grandfather up.”

  She paled.

  “Got it?”

  She nodded jerkily.

  Lifting his hand off her, he reached for one of the pillows and gave it to her. “Bite into that,” he said tautly, “if you have to scream.”

  “I’ll try not to,” she stammered.

  Christien’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Trust me.” His voice was silky. “You wouldn’t be able to help it.” And he proved this in the next moment as he pulled her pajama bottoms down and planted his mouth on her cotton-covered pussy.

  Kharis fumbled for the pillow, sank her teeth into it, and screamed.

  For a long while, he tortured her with slow, leisurely laps of his tongue, and only when she was bucking desperately against his mouth did he finally pull her panties down and thrust one finger into her.

  The thrusts of his finger started slow and steady, Christien determined to prolong her torture. He waited until the very last minute and Kharis was shaking so hard before once again bending his head---

  His mouth closed over her clitoris just as his finger started thrusting into her hard…and fast.

  It took only several moments before Kharis’ body reached an orgasm, and moisture flooded out of her pussy. Even so, the billionaire kept up the furious pace of his finger and his mouth didn’t let up on her clit until her body went completely limp under him.

  When he finally pulled away, Kharis’ eyes slowly drifted open.

  “Christien.”

  A soft, sleepy smile touched her face.

  “Thank you.”

  His chest clenched. He had fucked countless women in his entire life, but none of them had ever thanked him for giving them an orgasm. And to be fair, he hadn’t expected any of them to, but now that Kharis had---

  It was the sweetest thing in the world.

  “It was my pleasure, baby girl.” He ran one finger against her still-slick folds, and his touch had her whimpering as her pussy quivered under his touch.

  “No more.” Her words came out in a weak protest.

  “Are you sure?” His finger moved back up against her folds, and her body arched.

  “P-please.”

  He grinned down at her. “You beg beautifully, baby girl. I think I want to hear more of it.”

  “Meanie.” But a smile was evident in her voice, and her arms curled around his neck willingly as he scooped her up in his arms.

  Taking her to the en-suite bathroom, he lowered her inside a huge tub and turned the tap on. A moment later, hot water began to fill the tub, and he began taking his clothes off.

  Her eyes widened. “Oooh.” And her voice became teasing. “A striptease!”

  Color stained the billionaire’s high-boned cheeks at her words, and Kharis giggled.

  “I’m not doing a fucking striptease,” he muttered. “I just don’t fancy getting into the tub fully clothed.”

  “That’s too bad,” Kharis sighed. “Since if you were doing a striptease---”

  His fingers, which were halfway done in unbuttoning his shirt, stilled.

  “I was thinking I’d give you a blowjob.”

  Christien choked. “Excuse me?” While his former lovers had done it for him countless times, Christien had never needed to return the favor, and no one had even dared to ask.

  She smiled up at him. “You heard me.”

  The billionaire didn’t hesitate. Striptease it is. A part of him expected to find the act awkward and embarrassing as fuck, but it was not. Instead, Kharis’ fascinated stare made the whole process arousing, and he actually found himself performing for her, taking his time unbuttoning his shirt and unzipping his jeans.

  When he was down to a pair of black briefs, Kharis said, “Yummy.”

  And the billionaire found himself laughing even as his balls ached with unfulfilled need.

  After removing his briefs, he was about to drop it to the floor when he heard Kharis say, “Wait!”

  He raised a brow.

  “Throw it to me,” she said with a giggle.

  What the fuck?

  “Come on, please?”

  “Kharis.”

  But then she fluttered her lashes at him, saying, “Please, please, please.”

  He cursed under his breath as he threw his underwear at her, and Kharis caught it with one hand. She then waved the piece of black silk in the air like a flag, saying, “Doesn’t this make you like Channing Tatum in Magic Mike?”

  And he found himself laughing again and a whole lot more aroused. He had heard, of course, it was possible to feel like laughing and fucking at the same time. He simply hadn’t thought it would ever happen to him.

  But it did…and again, it was all because of Kharis.

  When he joined her in the tub, he sat on the edge, and her laughter died as her gaze fell to his fully erect cock.

  “It’s so big,” she whispered.

  “Lucky you.”

  “Lucky me.” But her voice was even fainter this time.

  “You don’t have to do it, you know.” He managed to keep his voice level even as his body protested at his words.

  She shook her head, and the billionaire thought, Thank fuck.

  Rising to her knees, she moved towards him, saying tremulously, “I want to.”

  Their gazes met as she placed herself between his legs.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then…” His fingers slowly drove through the wet, silken strands of her hair. “Start sucking, baby girl.”

  And she did.

  And it was the most fucking beautiful thing.

  She started hesitantly, her hands loose around his cock while her mouth moved tentatively around his cock. But when he started instructing her in a voice made raspy with lust, she was quick to follow him, and gradually the movements of both her hands and mouth became surer.

  Soon, she was sucking him eagerly, her hands stroking his cock like a pro, and he found himself grinding her face against his cock. He expected her to protest or pull away, but instead it had her fingers tightening around his erection and sucking him harder.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  “I’m about to cum, baby girl,” he said hoarsely.

  But she didn’t let up.

  “Let go now---”

  He tried to pull away, but her mouth clamped around his cock more tightly, and his balls began to ache and tighten.

  FUCK.

  “Kharis, I said let go---”

  She responded by nipping the head of his cock with her teeth.

  FUCK.

  His grip on her hair tightened. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He closed his eyes, doing his best to control himself, but she was sucking him too well that in moments his pleasure reached its peak.

  FUCK.

  Fisting her hair, he began shoving his cock harder into her mouth as he started to cum.

  It was the longest orgasm he could remember having, and his beautiful baby girl swallowed it all.

  Every fucking drop.

  When he pulled away, he immediately joined her in the water, and she fell back against the tub with a surprised laugh as his powerful body covered hers.

  “Christien?”

  He cupped her face and kissed her hard.

  When he pulled away, her eyes were dazed.

  And then she smiled.

  An angel, he thought, now just as dazed. It was the smile of an angel this time.

  “You’re welcome.”

  And as her words drifted to his ears, he realized it was exactly what his kiss was about – and that she was indeed right.

  She did know him, maybe even better than he knew himself.

  Her arms wrapped around him, and her face turned to the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help but press his lips against her hair.

  Christien felt her smile against his skin.

  And then she murmured, “Love you, too.”

  Ah.

  His eyes closed.

  Dare he believe…she could be right about that, too?

  Chapter 11

  Christien had never imagined he could last for months without sex, but that was exactly what happened. Month after month, he kept waiting for himself to give up and decide that this long-distance relationship with a seventeen-year-old Kharis was more trouble than what it was worth.

  But he never did.

  Instead, every month his desire for her only grew and he found himself making up all sorts of excuses to visit her…like now.

  At a few minutes past midnight, the house was dark and silent as the billionaire headed up the stairs. Light streamed from below the door to Kharis’ bedroom, and his lips curved as he wondered how she’d react when she realized he was here.

  He knocked on the door once.

  “Come in.”

  He knocked again.

  “Who is it?”

  When he still didn’t answer, he heard footsteps softly pad towards his direction. The door opened---

  SHIT!

  At the same time, Kharis gasped, “Oh my God, Christien!”

  Recovering himself with an effort, he said rather dryly, “I think that’s my line, baby girl.” And as it should be, since his seventeen-year-old girlfriend had nearly scared the shit out of him – again.

  This time, her face was completely painted in red, with thin, vein-like lines drawn over it. She looked like someone who had peeled off her flesh until all that was left was blood and muscles.

  “What the hell is that?” Christien was torn between exasperation and amusement.

  “My Halloween mask.” She grinned up at him, and he blanched. Jesus, even her teeth were disguised now, with everything painted to make her mouth look like all but gums were left.

  “Do you like it?” Kharis asked cheerfully.

  The billionaire answered honestly, “Not one bit.”

  Her face brightened. “I knew you’d love it!”

  What the---

  He was about to tell her that was the exact opposite of what he had said but when she threw her arms around him in a sweet cozy hug, the billionaire thought, fuck it. He would just have to grit his teeth and love her damn Halloween mask.

  Pulling away, she said teasingly, “You haven’t kissed me yet.”

  He smiled down at her flesh-less face and teeth-less mouth. “You’re pushing it.”

  Kharis giggled. “Sorry.” Dancing away from him, she waved for him to enter, saying over her shoulder, “Give me a minute to wash this off.”

  After locking the door, Christien followed Kharis to the en-suite bathroom and leaned against the doorway as he watched her scrub her face clean. He had never watched a girl wash her face or take her makeup off before, never had an interest to – but with Kharis it was different.

  So was it because of love, he wondered broodingly, or was it simply because Kharis was just so damn different from everyone else?

  Straightening, Kharis caught his gaze through the mirror and grinned. “You’re staring at me again.”

  “My crush has no teeth left,” he deadpanned. “Isn’t that reason enough to stare?”

  Kharis giggled. “Sorry, baby boy.”

  The billionaire winced. “Will you stop with that?”

  In the act of applying toothpaste to her toothbrush, she asked, “Stop what? Brushing my teeth?”

  “Very funny. You know what I mean.”

  She answered in a garbled tone, her mouth now full of toothpaste foam.

  “I don’t understand a single word you said.”

  Kharis finished rinsing her mouth off before turning to face him with a teasing grin. “I said, I like calling you my baby boy.”

  “I don’t.” The billionaire’s tone was very flat.

  But this only had her pouting. “You call me ‘baby girl’ and I don’t mind.”

  “You’re years younger than me.” He entered the bathroom as he spoke and placed his hands on her hips. “So whether you like it or---” The billionaire swung her up and Kharis let out a breathless laugh as he placed her on the countertop.

  His gaze captured hers. “That makes you my baby girl.”

  Her lips curved, and then she fluttered her lashes at him, saying, “Swooooooon.”

  It had both of them grinning, but then she leaned forward as his hands moved up to her waist, and that was it. Their mouths fused in the next second while their hands busily undressed each other.

  As always, he finished first, her pajamas and underwear falling to the floor just as she managed unbuttoning his shirt. “Let me,” he muttered against his lips.

  She released him with visible reluctance, her dark eyes hazy with desire as she stared at him while he undressed himself. He saw her wet her lips when he got rid of his last piece of clothing and nearly groaned.

  “Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” He yanked her to him as he spoke, crushing her breasts against his chest. You know what it does to me---”

  “I do know.” And her tongue darted out another time. “And that’s why I keep doing it---mmph.”

  His mouth was back on hers, the billionaire’s control snapping at her words. His kiss was hot, deep, and savage. It would have scared most seventeen-year-old girls off, but instead it had Kharis pressing her body closer to him, molding her form against his.

  “Kharis.” Her name came out a low groan as she started rubbing her pussy against his cock.

  She rubbed herself against him even more, whispering, “Take me, please.”

  Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!

  He forced himself to pull away, grating out, “You know I can’t do that.”

  “But---”

  He shook his head. “Enough, Kharis. You know that’s non-negotiable.”

  Her eyes flashed. “What about what I want?”

  “I know exactly what you want,” he answered roughly, “and I can give it to you without taking your damn virginity.” And he suited action to words, not letting her say another word as he placed her back on the counter, pushed her back against the mirror, and thrust two fingers inside her pussy.

  She jerked and gasped, eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Christien!”

  He answered by fucking her faster and harder with his fingers, his gaze all the while on her face, drinking in every emotion that crossed it.

  Need. Arousal. Pleasure. Anticipation.

  And as she came nearer to her orgasm, her hips sliding back and forth on the counter, her face showed the most elusive and complex of all emotions.

  Love.

  While continuing to ram her pussy with his fingers, he used his other hand to pinch her clit. A moan escaped Kharis, and her eyelids fell closed. “Christien.” And then her body started to buckle as she came.

  His fingers continued to move inside of Kharis as her creamy essence flowed out, thrusting and thrusting until he was certain that he had gotten the last drop out. He bent close as her eyes fluttered open, and with his fingers still inside of her, he took her mouth in a long, possessive kiss.

  Her arms wrapped around his neck as she returned his kiss, her tongue dancing against his sweetly. He sucked on her tongue, and she sucked on his. When he managed to lift his head, both of them were panting, and she was staring up at him like he had just offered her the world with his kiss.

  Stupid little mutant. Hopeless little mutant. Precious little mutant.

  “Did I give you what you wanted?” he asked under his breath.

  A soft smile touched her lips, and he thought, this was the smile of a woman who had just been beautifully fucked.

  “You know you did.” She laid her head against his chest, and his arms automatically wrapped around hers. “You always do.”

  His chest clenched. She was so damn sweet and trusting. Did she never worry of getting hurt at all?

  After a quick shower, Kharis changed into a nightshirt and insisted on accompanying the billionaire to the guestroom, where he had an entire wardrobe’s worth of clothes stored.

  As he headed straight to the cabinet, Kharis parked herself on the bed and tucked her legs under her. “So I was wondering…”

  “Go on,” the billionaire murmured as he stepped into a fresh pair of sweatpants.

  “You didn’t mention about having a flight to Connecticut scheduled tonight.”

  Ah. He had hoped she wouldn’t ask about that. Pulling a thin cotton shirt down his chest, the billionaire answered evasively, “I don’t.”

  “Oh.” Kharis looked at him in concern. “So is there some sort of emergency at Nightmare?”

  Fuck. Now he had her worried for no reason. The billionaire shook his head, saying gruffly, “Nightmare’s doing fine.”

  “Then---”

  Instead of answering her, he scooped Kharis up in his arms and took her back to her bedroom. But when he laid her on the bed, he saw that the expectant look hadn’t left her face, and he sighed. Damn his little mutant’s insatiable curiosity. Sitting on the edge of her bed, he said shortly, “I came here because you said you missed me.”

  She gaped at him.

  Any time now, the billionaire thought.

  Kharis started to laugh.

  And there it was.

  “Christien, oh my God. Are you kidding me?” She laughed again, the sound utterly overwhelmed, but her brown eyes were soft and shining.

  “Were you kidding when you said you missed me?”

  She sat up at that, a hurt look on her face as she blurted out, “You know I wasn’t. I did miss you. I do. I miss you all the time, but when I say I miss you, I didn’t expect you to come flying back to Angel Falls like it’s just a block away from Miami. I mean, that’s so insane---”

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