The Beautiful Billionaire

My head tilted back, and I gazed upward at the lamp hanging above us, my voice filled with surprise as I called out his name without thought. "Stop. Please, stop." "Why?" I could feel his intense stare burning into me. "I need a moment's respite," I pleaded. "Ten seconds," he replied, then retrieved a bowl of what appeared to be chocolate syrup from the fridge. Watching him scoop the chilly syrup onto my breast, I couldn't help but giggle. "It's freezing!" The syrup's chill sent shivers down my spine, and as it trickled down my nipple, I gasped in delight, biting my lip. My body responded eagerly, my desires intensifying. "You're making me feel so...wild." "You're my naughty, passionate fantasy," he whispered. "Clean it off, Gabriel," I requested, trying to regain control. "With great pleasure," he answered, a hint of amusement in his voice. --- Estelle Bladwyn had a specific type when it came to men - someone older, more experienced, and skilled in the bedroom. Her chance encounter with a captivating man in his thirties on her non-ideal vacation ticked all the boxes for her fleeting desires. However, there was something unsettling about the intensity of their connection. Her life was already complicated, and this unexpected attraction threatened to complicate matters further. Linden was a man who seemed to have everything - old enough, successful, and seemingly immune to casual encounters. Despite his reservations, he found himself drawn to Estelle's captivating gaze, her presence leaving him captivated. He couldn't resist when influential figures like Moses Braddson, someone he admired, asked for his help. But he hesitated, knowing he might fall short in fulfilling the request. As their eyes met, Estelle's celadon blue depths seemed to see straight through him. Linden knew he couldn't let her slip away, even if it meant breaking his own cardinal rule – the beautiful billionaire was his to keep, whether she realized it or not.