Billionaire Unveiled: Marcus (The Billionaire's Obsession #11)

Julia stood her ground. “Paul is not another man. Well, he is a man, but he’s harmless. He brought soup.”

Advancing on Julia, Gio said, “He wasn’t here just because he thought you were sick.” The desire in Gio’s eyes sent a shiver of anticipation through Julia.

She took a step back and knocked over a vase. The water spilled onto her bare foot, reminding her she was still in her nightgown. “You didn’t have to punch him.”

“Yes, I did.”

When her next step brought the back of her legs against the edge of her bed, she wrapped her bathrobe tighter around herself. “Why are you here, Gio?”

He didn’t stop until only an inch separated them. A mere inch. Easily crossed and dangerously tempting. “You know why.”

Squaring her shoulders, Julia met his eyes boldly. “You told me the other day that this wasn’t a good idea.”

He untied the belt of her bathrobe with one hand, whipped it free of its loops, and threw it behind him. “I changed my mind.”

“And what if I haven’t?” she whispered.

He eased the robe off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor and bending down to kiss her newly exposed collarbone. “Then tell me to leave.”

She closed her eyes as every fiber of her body began to burn for him. “I can’t,” she admitted hoarsely. “I want you to stay.”

He reached forward, grabbed the front of her thin nightgown, and tore it straight down the middle. Those rough hands turned gentle when they reached for her. He ran one hand reverently down her neck, across the swell of her breast, and down to possessively cup her sex. “I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you, Julia.” He slid a finger between her folds and captured her excited gasp with his mouth.

Julia opened herself to him. She clutched his chest as his hands explored her body. Their tongues danced and teased while his stroking became more intimate. His finger delved into her wet center while his mouth conquered hers. Stroke by stroke, he claimed her, enflamed her, brought her to a place where she was shaking with need.

Urgently, Julia fumbled to pull his shirt free of his trousers. She tore it open with the same enthusiasm he’d used to rip hers.

His free hand sought and worshipped her left nipple, twisting it lightly, then teasing the tip of it with his thumb. He was playing her body expertly, and she was helpless to resist the desire that whipped through her. She undid his belt and trousers, and sighed into his mouth with pleasure when her hands finally freed his rock-hard dick.

He was taking his time, even though he was clearly as excited by her as she was by him. His heart was beating wildly in his chest.

There was heady power in knowing he was as close to losing control as she was. Julia broke free from their kiss and nipped his muscular neck playfully. He groaned with pleasure, and Julia began to kiss her way down his chest. His hands came up to grip her head, but he didn’t stop her.

She kissed her way down his flat stomach, dropped to her knees before him, and took him deeply into her mouth. His hands fisted in her hair. And still she took him deeper. His firm ass flexed beneath one of her hands while her other hand guided him in and out of her mouth.

She thought he would come in her mouth and she welcomed the idea, but he pulled out, stepped out of his pants, and threw her on her bed. The nightgown, still hanging from her shoulders like a cape, tangled beneath her. He reached into the pocket of his pants and, without taking his eyes off her, sheathed himself in a condom. He was beside her a moment later, rolling her on top of him and lowering her down onto him. He powerfully thrust upward, holding her by her hips as he did.

She sat up and threw her head back with a cry of pleasure. Although she was above him, he was in command now, driving into her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. She balanced on her knees and arched backward.

He sat up, pulled her forward and took one of her breasts into his hungry mouth while he raised and lowered her onto him. His teeth nipped her, then his hot tongue lapped each breast, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent Julia into writhing moans.

Rolling them both over, he took her hands and pinned them above her head, poising himself above her. He teased her by rubbing his tip over her clit while he watched her expression. “You’re mine, Julia. Say it.”

Even though she was practically sobbing for release, she couldn’t say what he wanted to hear. Not without knowing what being his meant. She shook her head and closed her eyes.

He groaned in her ear and drove his shaft deeply into her with one powerful thrust. Julia welcomed him deeper and gave herself to the orgasm that swept through her as he continued to pound down into her. A moment later, he shuddered and came inside her.

He rolled onto his side and disposed of the condom, then pulled her back into his arms. They were both breathing hard. He buried his face in her hair and whispered, “You drive me crazy, Julia.”

Naked and pressed up against the man she’d pined for all day, Julia chided him gently. “You think you’re any better? I can’t believe you hit Paul.”

He took her chin in his hand and met her eyes seriously. “I don’t want to talk about other men in your life.”

Julia said, “It’s not like that. I told you—”

Gio claimed her mouth with his and kissed her until she was squirming against him with need once again.

When the kiss ended, Julia slumped against Gio and laid her head on his chest. Could he really be jealous of Paul?

That would mean he cares about me, wouldn’t it?

Or is this still about the crazy attraction between us?

What are we doing?

Oh, my God, why did I sleep with him? I should have told them both to leave.

“You’re coming home with me,” Gio said while he absently traced a hand down her bare back.

Raising herself up on one elbow, Julia said, “Didn’t we already discuss this?”

He smiled devilishly and rolled her back so he was above her as he accepted her challenge. He claimed her mouth with his and held himself just above her, his hard dick nudging against her wet sex. His eyes burned with desire for her as he asked, “Do you have a condom in that drawer beside your bed?”

She’d never wanted to say yes so badly, but she didn’t. “No.”

Instead of being irritated by her answer, he arched himself off her and repositioned himself lower on the bed. He kissed the small swell of her stomach, then spread her legs wide and blew lightly on her exposed clit. “The only word I want you to say is ‘yes.’”

Even though her body was humming with need for him, she shook her head. “No.”