Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“I’ve dreamed so much about it that I’m now not sure where to start.”

He has dreamed about me!

Not just about me, but dreamed of us like this.

I worry I might die from this excessive dose of happy surprise, and God, that would be such a shame.

“I would be happy with anything, as long as we talk less and do the other stuff more.”

The words have barely left my mouth when Charles’ traveling fingers dip inside my underwear, and I jolt, which only makes his grin wider.

“Will you be able to control those remarks while I make you come, or should I make sure your mouth is occupied?”

Images run in my mind where my mouth is occupied with Charles’ cock, and my gaze drops to his lap.

He chuckles once again. “Is my wife eager to get a taste?”

I never imagined Charles talking dirty, but God, this man could win awards for it, especially when he times it perfectly with that smile.

My eyes meet his, and I’m about to lie and shake my head, when he unzips my skirt and lets it fall on the floor over my feet.

I gasp, and before I can react more, Charles moves the gusset of my panties aside, his mouth hot over my sex.

My brain struggles to decide whether to bend forward and take his support, which will also mean pulling away from his hot lips, or lean back against the door and push myself more into him.

I settle for something in between. My hands fist his cropped hair for support while my back arches.

My head falls against the hard wood of the door as Charles’ tongue finds its way inside my sex. His hands are on my ass, squeezing my cheeks, and my moan covers any sensible word I could possibly form.

When Charles’ teeth graze my clit, sparks go behind my closed eyelids.

I’ve never been touched this way. I’ve never been loved this way. And I know he’s just getting started.

Like always, he hears my unsaid words, and as if to prove it, Charles pulls away only long enough to tear my silk panties, which drop down on my skirt at my feet.

His mouth sucking my clit is relentless, and his hands roam up from my hips, traveling under my silk blouse and finally over to my breasts, covered in a matching silk bra.

He starts slowly, kneading my breasts through the fabric before pushing the cups down. That only makes my boobs jut out, and Charles tweaks my nipples.

A part of my brain is trying to repeat and remember his every ministration because this is Charles freaking Hawthorne. A man who, until months ago, I couldn’t even imagine having sex with. But here he is, holding me against his bedroom door and eating me like I’m the most delicious dessert ever known to him.

Charles Hawthorne isn’t used to losing control, and I’ll take everything he’s giving tonight with open arms.

My eyes close. I focus on him and his touch—until the pressure builds beyond control, and I shatter into a billion pieces.

“Charles.” His name from my lips is like a prayer.

“I got you, butterfly. You taste so damn good.” Charles pulls away from my sex only for a second before going back in and sucking every drop.

I fold myself forward for support, physically and emotionally drained, but he pulls me closer to him. I feel him rising from the floor, and before I can make sense of it, he has me deposited on the bed, my back resting against the headboard.

“That was…” I start, unable to find the right word to fit this perfect moment.

“Just the beginning, my dear wife.”

I open my eyes and press my lips against his cheek in a gentle kiss. “I can’t wait.”

That’s the only green light he needs, and Charles’ hands get to business. He pulls the blouse over my head, and with an expert move I could never imagine him doing, Charles unhooks my bra.