The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires Book 1)

Zahra’s perfume wraps around me like an aphrodisiac. I take a seat in front of her before pulling her onto my lap. The side of her body remains tucked against my chest, giving her space to leave if she wants.

“What’s it going to be?” I tuck her hair behind her ear before leaning in to whisper. “Show or tell?”

I’m having an out-of-body experience where I want to do something for myself that defies my usual logic. That doesn’t require a list, risk analysis, or excessive thinking. I want to be free, if only for a few months while I’m still here.

My tongue darts out, tasting her skin before pulling back.

She sucks in a breath and leans into me. “Show. Always show.”

I chuckle low under my breath. I return my lips back to her neck to hide the way my cheeks burn. “There’s no going back after this.”

“I say there’s no time like the present.” She turns toward me and presses a soft kiss against my lips. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of my lips. Something inside me snaps. Months of buildup unleash, and I let it all out. Our lips fuse together as we kiss like never before.

My head wages war with my entire body, warning me away from the rush of feelings firing off inside of me. Kissing Zahra is like tasting the sweetest poison.

Zahra twists and wraps her legs around me, pushing her jean-covered center against my growing cock. The friction of her body against my sweatpants has me panting into her mouth.

The entire world fades away as we tease, nip, kiss. Two tongues dueling against one another for dominance. Zahra tugs on my hair at the nape of my neck, adding a touch of pain. I take it as permission to wrap my hands around the globes of her ass and squeeze, making her gasp against my mouth. She forces my neck to the side, giving her the perfect angle to kiss the column of my neck.

My touch becomes exploratory as she gains the courage to do what she wants with my body. Her tongue darts out and tastes my sensitive skin. My head drops back and I groan, which only encourages her boldness. Zahra grinds herself against my stiff cock. I can’t stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head.

Zahra kisses with a wildness I want to match. Like she senses the kind of man I’ve kept trapped for years and wants to unleash it. Instead of giving in to the fear and pulling back, I bring her lips back to mine and unlock the part of myself I’ve hidden away from the world.

Heat explodes down my spine as she rubs against my dick in the best kind of rhythm. I moan into her mouth, and she sucks up the sound like it never existed.

I pull away with a ragged breath. “If you want to stop, now’s the time.”

She blinks in confusion. “What?”

“If you don’t want to keep going—”

Her lips slam against mine, removing any other doubts. With her legs wrapped around me, I rise on shaky legs. She laughs and holds on tighter, making my dick throb as I take the steps up to my room. Each step to my bedroom is a struggle as her lips do all kinds of things to my neck.

I drop Zahra on my bed. She releases an audible breath that turns into a moan as I drop to my knees and make quick work of her jeans.

Her gaze burns as she props herself up on her elbows.

I place a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before sliding her underwear down her legs. “Enjoying the show?”

“I like how you look begging on your hands and knees.”

“I don’t beg.”

“Practice makes perfect.”

I take her challenge for exactly what it is. I shove her legs apart and trail kisses up her thighs before devouring her like a man starved. Her arousal coats my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. Her groan matches mine. I run the tip of my tongue in a straight line from her pussy to her clit. I’m rewarded with a silent scream and her back bowing off the bed.

I leave no part of Zahra untouched or unfucked. My tongue brands her pussy, showing her exactly who owns her. Her legs tremble against my shoulders. I drive her to the edge only to rip her orgasm away before she has a chance to explode. She groans and clutches onto my hair in a death grip. I only smile before dragging my tongue from her entrance to her clit, giving it a good suck.

I thought Zahra’s laughs were addictive, but the breathless moans she releases are fucking intoxicating. It’s something I could hear for the rest of my life and never grow bored or tired. I insert a finger and groan, finding her soaked for me. Her back arches off the bed, and I stop and stare. She grows more restless under my gaze, and I reward her mumbled curse word with a second finger.

It fills me with deep satisfaction knowing this version of Zahra is all mine. No amount of money, fame, or power could steal her away from me. I’m the one she’s desperate to have between her legs. It’s my name that she screams up to the ceiling as I insert a third finger into her.

She’s all mine.

For now. 

I shake the feeling away and change my tempo, pumping my fingers into her faster as my lips wrap around her clit and suck.

Heat rushes down my spine as Zahra falls apart in front of me. I don’t stop my torment until her moans turn into heavy pants. I press a soft kiss against her thigh before rising on shaky legs.

“Did I meet your expectations?”

“I couldn’t spell the word expectations, let alone define them right now.”

I laugh as I lean over her and prop myself on my elbows.

“You have the best laugh.” She runs a hand against my spine, sending another shiver down my body. Her lips press against mine. I shudder as she runs her tongue across my lips, tasting her arousal.

I grab the hem of her shirt and remove it. Her bra doesn’t last long after getting in the way of my tongue and her breasts. My lips kiss a path from one to the other, sucking enough to leave a mark after. She turns me into a fucking animal.

All I want to do is bring her pleasure. To have her clawing at the sheets because she can’t get enough.

Her fingers reach out and trace the outline of my cock. I grab onto both her wrists and lock them in place by her head. “This isn’t about me tonight.”

I mean it. I didn’t invite her over for sex, but her in my bed happens to be a bonus.

She pouts. “You don’t want me to help you with that problem?”

“Take a man out to dinner first.”

“Does my pussy count?”

“Fuck.”

Her legs wrap around me again, and she pulls my hips forward so my shielded erection presses against her heat. She takes advantage of my shock and rips her hands away from my grasp.

“Stop being noble. It doesn’t suit you.” Her palm traces the band of my sweatpants. She drags them down, along with my boxer briefs. My shirt finds a similar new home on the floor.

“I can’t offer anything more than something casual.”

She pauses, tilting her head at me. “That’s fine.”

Really? I expected her to hesitate at the very least. “I mean it.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m sure you do. Now stop being a cliché and get on with the show.”

My expression turns predatory.

Zahra’s hands drag across my chest, tracing the ridges of muscle. “This is unfair.”

“You won’t be complaining in a couple of minutes.” I reach over to my nightstand and grab a condom from an emergency pack I snagged from the family’s private jet last week. She plucks the golden foil packet from my hands before tracing the vein on the underside of my cock with her index finger. My nails dig into my palms.

She teases me some more before rolling the condom down my shaft. Somehow everything she does is sensual, and I’m desperate to experience more.

“Just to be clear, should I scream your name or Scott’s when you fuck me?”

I shove her down against the bed, and she laughs as the air gets knocked out of her. “I dare you.”

Her toes curl in front of me. Little hellion. 

“Spoiler warning—if you do, you might not be able to walk home tomorrow.” I trace her pussy with the pad of my thumb. I sink two fingers inside of her and withdraw them to find her still soaked.

“Walking is overrated anyway.” Her eyes lock on my glistening fingers as I bring them up to my mouth and lick the shine right off them.

Her breath hitches and her eyes widen. I want to recreate that look when I’m fucking the oxygen straight out of her lungs.

Zahra’s eyes remain enraptured as I line up my cock and slowly push inside of her. Her legs wrap around my hips, keeping me locked in place.

As if I would ever leave paradise now that I’ve found it.

She shudders as I slowly withdraw to press into her a bit more. Her back arches as I repeat the move, only this time gaining another inch. Her pussy clutches onto my cock. Each thrust gets me one inch closer to being seated inside her. The heels of her feet press into my ass cheeks, pulling me flush against her.

“Fuck me like you mean it already,” she rasps.

A shiver shoots down my spine at her command and I thrust forward one last time to the hilt. Her back arches, revealing her full breasts to me. I bend over and swipe my tongue over her nipple.

Zahra moaning is a sweet harmony to my ears.

I smile against her skin. “I have one last question.”

She growls at me, and I find it hot as fuck.

I rise, tracing the curve of her body before giving her ass a squeeze. I withdraw my shaft a couple of inches before slamming back into her. The whoosh of air that leaves her makes me grin. “Do you still want that measuring tape? I can go find one now and settle the debate.”

“All good. I’m pretty sure I can feel you in my throat.”

Fire spreads across my skin as I pick up my pace. Sweat clings to our bodies as we find a steady rhythm. We’re two people, lost to the harmony of our deep breaths, slaves to each other’s erotic touches.

I ram into her over and over again. She shakes with every thrust, and I take pleasure in watching her breasts bounce every damn time. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her in the throes of passion. The tight sensation that only seems to happen whenever she’s around increases to the point of pain. I push in and out of her like I’ve lost my goddamn mind, which isn’t far from the truth. I immerse myself in the feel of her and hang onto every single sound she makes.

No area of my skin goes untouched. Her nails embed themselves into my back and she bites at the most sensitive place on my entire neck. She’s wilder than I could have ever imagined, and I want to test her limits.

It turns out I was right. Little Miss Bubbly does have a hidden side to her. I just never expected it to be this… The woman she is in the bedroom is everything I could have wanted and more.

If this is what it feels like to be around someone who’s pure sunshine, I’ll willingly accept the burn. Every. Damn. Time.

Her second orgasm shoves me over the edge, and the next thing I know, I’m free-falling along with her straight into darkness.