Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

“Why don’t you do it, since you looked so fine doing so last night? I’ll wait.” She finally gives me that grin, which for years I’ve considered to be my good luck charm.

“It’ll be the longest wait of your life, butterfly, given I don’t beg.”

“Really? Shall I remind you of last night?” she quips, squaring her shoulders.

“I told you it was a one-time thing.” I prowl toward her. I knew expecting her not to bring up my moment of weakness was my own stupidity.

“But you looked so good on your knees, my dear husband.” The title rolls between her lips with so much tease and I feel as if her mouth has a direct connection with my cock.

I place the coffee tray on the floor, and in the next breath, I pounce on her. She squeals like a madwoman, but I don’t let go.

I kiss her lips, her cheeks, her neck. I kiss her everywhere I can as she thrashes and laughs.

I finally pull away the covers that hide her from me.

“You’ve got no fucking idea how long you’ve been making me crazy,” I whisper in between kissing the soft skin of her neck.

Her squealing stops and she looks at me with an unfamiliar emotion. But before she can think more about the words that have slipped from my mouth by mistake, I capture her lips in mine.

I kiss her like my life depends on her touch, and it has started to feel like it does.

“You want me on my knees, Daisy? I’ll be on my knees.” I bring my feet down on the floor and drag hers along with me before my knees hit the ground. “But I promise you, I won’t be the one who’s begging today.”

Her legs hang from the edge of the bed, and she gasps when I lean forward, dropping my head to her chest. A guttural groan leaves me when I suck her nipple into my mouth. She moans, and the moment I feel her writhing on the sheets, I stop.

“Feel free to say ‘Please fuck me, husband,’ whenever you’re ready.”

Her disoriented gaze meets mine, and a beat later, she realizes my game.

Yeah, I’m going to bring her to the brink of crazy. No, I’m not going to continue until she’s begging me to.

Am I petty? Maybe I am.

But I also have a reputation to uphold.

I’m nicknamed asshole, after all. There must have been a good reason for that.

Before Daisy can move away, I drag my lips over her body. Going from one tit to another, licking those cherry nipples, sucking the valley between her girls, a memory of that nickname so clear in my head. A day that triggered everything.

I descend lower, skimming my teeth over her stomach, twirling my tongue over her navel. She sucks in a breath, and her body shakes and moves and quivers all at once.

“Ready to beg, wife?”

Her gritted whimpers fill the air as she grinds her teeth. “Fuck you, Hawthorne.”

I chuckle and nip the flesh around her waist.

I love her curves. They accentuate her beauty.

I once again get down, resting my weight on my heels, skimming my hand along her soft, silky thighs, admiring the view.

Daisy rises on her elbows and watches me as I stare at her beautiful naked body. One I’ve spent years not thinking about.

But now, I can’t just think about it. I have to make her beg for me to touch, kiss, and fuck it.

Talk about change.

Hell yeah, I’m suddenly a big fan of that c-word, among some others.