Imperfect Match (Elixir Bachelor Billionaires #1)

I run my thumb over her sex, gathering moisture, before I swipe all the wetness over her clit. Another favorite c-word.

She inhales sharply, but her eyes remain on my face, and I grin.

“I like knowing that I make you so fucking wet, Mrs. Hawthorne.”

She sucks in another breath as I dip my head and taste that wetness.

My tongue starts slow, just perusing for a while before I really get down to work. She starts to rock against my face, and I know I need to pull back, make her beg, but that’s so fucking hard.

Instead of pulling away, I spread her legs and dive in deeper with a snarl.

“Fuck, Charles. You’re killing me.”

I watch a shiver, and on reflex, pull away.

A cry slips out of Daisy’s lips, and that’s my undoing. I’ll never leave her wanting for anything, and certainly not for an orgasm.

This time when I dive in to eat her sex, her fingers go through my hair, pulling on it tightly, maybe to not let me go or maybe for support. But whatever she needs, I’m gonna give it.

Making her beg is irrelevant because I can’t bear her waiting for anything, especially something I want her to receive only from me.

I drop my track pants and grab the condom packet I found with a note in my laptop case the day before my wedding day.

Life can be full of surprises, and it doesn’t hurt to be prepared. I’d hate for you to worry about protection with your pants down, Charlie. 🙂

Your overprepared brother, Ray.

That asshole.

“Charles, please. You won. I—I’m ready to—”

My hand splays over Daisy’s mouth, stopping her words. Her confused gaze meets mine, but since I have no explanation for my actions, I don’t provide any and instead run the head of my cock through her folds.

“It seems I don’t enjoy making you beg after all.” I slide in slowly. My teeth grit as I let her adjust to my size. “You don’t know how beautiful you look stuffed full of me.”

Her eyes open in an instant, and my muscles tighten. Those brown pools get to me, speaking volumes.

They move from my face to where we’re connected in the most basal way.

An emotion crosses her face that is so soft and pliant that I feel I’ll ruin it just by watching it. She’s never looked at me like that.

And it hits my chest right then like shrapnel.

From this day on, sex for me means Daisy and the way she looks right now. There’s nothing else. There’s nothing more.

I don’t know what she sees on my face, maybe my dumbstruck emotion, but her eyes fall shut.

“You need to up your dirty talk game, Charles. This isn’t working for me.”

My chuckle is loud, and when her eyes open, she’s grinning like a fool.

“You can’t fool me right now, Daisy.” I pull out and thrust inside her with more force, eliciting a moan from her. “You.” Another deep thrust. “Are.” Another. “Dripping.” This one is accompanied by her loud moan. “All over me.”

“Ch-Charles.”

“I know, butterfly. If I can’t make you beg, I’m going to make you cry in pleasure, and that’s a fucking promise.” I pull out and flip her over, ready to prove my words.

I hold her ass, raising it up before sliding my cock inside her.