Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, 3)

Something snaps inside of Cal. It’s evident in the way his gaze shifts, the wildness he keeps tamped down coming to the forefront. My body vibrates from anticipation as he shuts the door behind him and flips the lock.

“Where do you want me?” He takes a step closer to me.

“Plenty of places, but on your knees is good enough for now.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as his knees sink into the fabric of the carpet. I feel light-headed from the sight of him ready to follow my every command.

“Perfect. Now just stay there and look pretty for me.”

He smirks. “That’s all?”

I search the sheets for my vibrator before hopping on the bed and facing him.

“What are you doing?” His brows knit together.

“I said you could beg. Not that you could be the one to make me come.”

His mouth drops open, but no words come out.

I turn on the device. The hum, combined with his stare, sends a fresh wave of goose bumps across my skin.

I swallow past the thick lump in my throat. “If you touch me, all of this is over. Got it?”

His fingers dig into his thighs, drawing my eyes toward the growing erection beneath his sweatpants. “Are you trying to avoid any physical contact because you think that will protect you from what’s happening between us?”

My eyes narrow. “I didn’t say that.”

But you sure thought it.

Maldita sea.

“You didn’t have to. But that’s fine because I’ll just have you do my dirty work for me. Now take off your shirt and spread your legs for me.”

“You’re not the one in control here.” The words come out shaky, lacking any confidence from before.

“Oh, babe. I’ve been in control since the moment you let me inside this room. I just like watching you get high on your power trip.”

My breath catches in my throat.

“You want me to beg?” Cal places his hands on the carpet and gets on all fours. “You want me to crawl to you like a man starved for your pussy?” He does just that, the invisible string between us going taut as he gets closer. “Because I want to taste you so damn badly, I might die if I don’t get a chance tonight.”

He closes the gap between us and stops in front of me, his eyes glittering with mischief as he rises on his knees. With his height and the position of the mattress, he gets a perfect view of the place that throbs for his attention.

His tongue darts out to trace the curve of his bottom lip.

Sparks skate down my spine. My lower half pulses and liquid pools between my legs. “It’s your funeral.”

“Then I might as well enjoy my last meal.” His gaze darkens as it lands on the apex of my thighs.

“And how do you plan on doing that without touching me?”

“Why ruin the surprise?” He flashes me that signature smile of his that gets my heart pumping wildly in my chest.

“But—”

“Shirt off and legs spread apart or else all of this is over. Got it?” He throws my words back at me.

I swear he remembers every single thing I say solely so he can use it against me at the most inconvenient time.

“Got it.” I rip the shirt off my head and push my thighs apart, wiping the stupid grin off his face. He groans as his hands grip the mattress on either side of my thighs.

The sensual woman who lay dormant inside of me rises to the surface, fueled by the lust in his gaze and the pulsing sensation at my core. Maybe I am on a power trip because nothing feels better than making a man like him wild with need.

I reach for the silicon tool. One end tilts up, while the other is curved and meant for G-spot stimulation.

“What’s that?” Cal’s voice trembles, eliciting a shiver from me.

I hold it up for him to see.

He stands to get a better look, encroaching on my space and flooding my nose with his addicting smell. “That one is new.”

“The last one broke.”

His eyes narrow. “How?”

“It was well-loved.” I do a quick sign of the cross in mock remembrance.

“With him?” The lethal tone of his voice makes my stomach clench.

“No, you possessive asshole. By myself.”

The tightness in his jaw fades away. “Good. Now get in the middle of the bed and show me what you usually do to get off.”

I do what he says. He climbs up on to the mattress, making the butterflies in my stomach swarm. My body dips closer to him from his added weight, but he is careful to avoid touching me. Instead, he lies beside me, leaving a small gap between our bodies.

I release a shaky breath. “First, I like to touch myself.”

The color of his eyes shifts like the ocean before a storm, the light blue color quickly turning darker from his dilating pupils. “I said to show me.”

My fingers grip on to the sheets.

Are you really going to do this?

One night won’t change things between us. At least not unless I let it, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.

“Lana,” he says with a strained voice, attempting to pull me away from my thoughts.

Just let go for a single night.

My eyes shut as I stroke my belly. The tips of my fingers run back and forth across the smooth flesh, tickling the skin until my muscles loosen. It’s not until my heart begins to race that I travel past my ribs, straight toward my breasts.

I can feel his eyes everywhere. It fuels the fire burning within me, feeding it until I’m squirming on the bed as I tease myself.

“God. The way you look right now makes me wish…” He bites back a groan before blowing on the nipple closest to him, catching me by surprise.

“Makes you wish what?” I press.

“That you would let me touch you.”

I’m careful not to let my hands get too close to my nipples, instead focusing on traveling around the circumference of my breast first. Each pass gets me closer to the peak. “What would you do if you could?”

Cal curses under his breath. “Worship your body with my hands and lips until you’re crying for my cock.”

I huff. “You always were a tease.”

“Says the woman who has her dripping cunt on display for my personal torture.”

I spread my legs wider, earning another pained grunt from him. Cal leans forward and blows against the tip of my other nipple in retribution.

My back bows, my chest inching closer to his mouth.

His deep chuckle makes goose bumps explode across my skin. “Just say the words and I’ll take over.”

“No.” I try to sound strong, but my answer comes out like a broken whisper.

“Are you sure?” Cal’s breathing grows heavier. “Because I’d love take you into my mouth until you’re writhing beneath me, with your back arched and your pussy grinding against my thigh, soaking it with your need.”

I can picture it vividly. Cal would press his knee into me, encouraging me to prove how much I want him by seeking my own release on his thigh. He always liked making me work for my pleasure. The gentleness he usually shows me outside of the bedroom would be gone, replaced by a wildness he keeps on a tight leash.

I hope you know what you’re doing.

The more I’m reminded of our connection, the stronger my doubt grows.

Regret this later.

My lower half throbs with the need for more. I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen right out of my hands.

“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before lying between my legs.

Fuck.

I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth from my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.

My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.

“Show how me much you want me.” He watches with the utmost fascination as I lift my finger. It shines under the moonlight peeking through the blinds. The vibrator slips from his hand, completely abandoned as he focuses on me.

“Another.”

I follow his command, my body shaking as I slip a second finger inside, soaking it to the knuckle as I slowly push in and out. I’ve never been able to turn myself on this much. Cal’s presence works like an aphrodisiac, turning me into a whimpering mess at his command.

The muscles in my stomach contract with each thrust of my fingers.

“Let me taste you.” His voice cracks, the wildness in his gaze splitting my heart in two.

“No.” I state it firmly—for him and for myself.

He drops his head against the mattress and groans.

I grin as I reach for the vibrator again, only to have Cal hold it hostage against his chest.

“Hand it over.” I wiggle my fingers.

“You said I couldn’t touch you, but you never said anything about me using your toy.” He presses the button, and the hum fills the room.

“Wha—” My protest is cut off by Cal pressing the warm vibrating end against my clit.

My back arches, pleasure spreading through my body like a tidal wave.

“You’re a cheat,” I moan as he slides the tip inside of me, soaking it before returning it back to my clit.

He repeats the same motion over and over, collecting my arousal before teasing my clit. “You can tell me to stop at any time.”

Like I stand a chance of doing that now that he retook control and turned me into a mindless mess. My frustration grows as I chase my orgasm, only to have it denied every single time.

I clutch on to the sheet beneath me and grunt. My skin has a slight sheen to it from the sweat dampening it.

He tsks as I attempt to snag the vibrator away again. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Then let me touch you.”

“No.”

“Pity then. Let me know when you’re ready to accept defeat.” He shuts off the vibrator before inserting the tip inside me. His thrusts are deliberately shallow, barely scratching the itch. If anything, it makes the pulsing worse.

I moan. “Please.”

“Please what? Use your words, sweetheart. I want to hear how much you need me.”

My lips remain clamped together. His condescending chuckle makes me want to rage. He turns the vibrator on to the lowest setting to take the edge off, and I melt further into the mattress.

“All this could be over if you just surrender.” He lowers himself until his face is inches away from my pussy and blows against my swollen clit.

For fuck’s sake.

“If you don’t make me come in the next minute, I’ll shove that vibrator straight up your ass and finish this myself.”

He winks. “I’m down if you are, so long as you let me come afterward.”

“I hate you,” I grind out as he shoves the vibrator deeper.

“No. You hate how I make you feel.” He removes the vibrator and wipes away my essence with a few strokes of his tongue. The way he shuts his eyes in reverence pushes me over the edge.

“Please touch me.” The words come out strained, matching the way my heart feels like it is being pulled apart at the seams.

You’re the one who wanted this.

With quick abandon, Cal ditches the vibrator and spreads my legs wider to accommodate his body. He kisses his way up and down each of my thighs, taking his sweet time. The brush of his soft lips against my flesh is too much. I lift my hips to remind him of what I want, only to be met with the scrape of his stubbled cheek against my thigh.

I dig my fingers into his hair and drag his head to my dripping center. “Enough teasing. Either fuck me or fuck off.”

“So bossy.” His tongue swipes out, darting across my swollen clit. When he tries to retreat, I hold his head against me and force him to stay. “So needy.” He drags the tip toward my aching center. “So fucking sexy, my cock feels like it might burst from the sight of you.”

His tongue sinks inside me. My back curves, sparks shooting off my skin as he devours me like he hasn’t eaten for years. Like I’m the first meal he has had and he wants to savor it. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he holds me against his face, his eyes solely focused on me.

The unrelenting torture of his mouth drives me closer to the edge. I want to hold out, but my toes tingle and my breathing quickens as his tongue teases my center before diving inside.

My thighs press into the sides of his head as I come. Spots fill my vision as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. Cal doesn’t cease his stroking, sucking, and licking until my body stops trembling and my release coats the entire lower half of his face.

“Fuck.” My head drops back, and I blink up at the ceiling.

He kisses my center one last time before crawling over my body. His familiar weight presses me deeper into the mattress as he cradles my head and kisses me. The combined taste of his minty breath and my arousal floods my mouth, causing another spike of pleasure. I moan against his lips, and his tongue swoops in, forcing me to taste how much I want him.

He moves to break away, but I grip on to his hair and tug him closer, not able to end our connection just yet. I’m not prepared for the regret I might feel once he walks away. The fear.

“Thank you.” He presses one last peck against my lips.

Thank you? I should be the one thanking him for making me come harder than I have in years.

He kisses the top of my forehead before pulling away from me. Besides his messy hair and the erection threatening to burst the seams of his sweatpants, he looks completely put together.

I rise on my elbows and look over at him. “Where are you going?”

“I’d rather leave before you come to your senses and kick me out.”

My heart threatens to explode as he slides off the mattress. It beats hard and fast as he tucks me in, thoroughly destroying any last bit of resistance I had against him.

“I wouldn’t have kicked you out if you had asked to stay,” I blurt out.

He releases a heavy exhale. “I want to stay because you want me here, not because you feel obligated by a request and an orgasm.”

My lips part, but no words come out.

“You know where to find me if you want me.” Cal offers me a tight smile before walking out of my bedroom.

I fall back against the bed with a sigh. The empty hole in my chest grows until it consumes all the warmth from before, leaving me feeling cold and alone.

I consider crawling into Cal’s bed, but hold back. I’m too overwhelmed to think about the consequences of something like that.

You already let him eat you out. What’s the worst that can happen?

Simply put: I fall in love with him all over again.