The Billionaire Takes All (The Sinclairs #5)

Knowing she affected him in the most carnal of ways was as heady as it was crazy.

She moved over to him and pushed his hand away, threading her fingers with his as she leaned closer and commanded, “Kiss me.”

His warm breath was already wafting over her face as she lowered her mouth and their lips met in the most sensual kiss she’d ever experienced.

His arm shot out from under his head and he threaded his fingers through her curls. He didn’t rush as he thoroughly explored her mouth, his hands caressing her scalp. The embrace was hot, erotic, and completely captivating.

Kristin was struggling with control as she finally brushed her lips against his and then trailed her mouth down his neck and across his chest. “You have an incredibly hot body, Julian. But I’m sure you already know that.”

He groaned as she licked her way down his abs, finally slipping her entwined fingers from his as she faced the most daunting cock she’d ever encountered. Recklessly, she flicked out her tongue and laved over the sensitive head, savoring the bead of moisture that was already hovering there.

His encouraging hands speared into her hair as a low, animalistic sound came from his throat. “Take it,” he instructed roughly.

She stroked her hand up and down the shaft as she commented, “I’ll have you begging for it.” Fair was fair. Kristin figured she had begged and pleaded with Julian often enough. It was his turn. She replaced her hand with her tongue and licked up the side of the shaft.

“Kristin,” he exploded in a warning voice.

“Want something?” She sucked the head gently.

“Oh, fuck. Okay. Please,” he shouted in a tone that said he didn’t give a shit about his pride.

She responded immediately, taking him into her mouth as deeply as possible and sucking as she pulled back.

“Oh, Jesus. I’m dying here,” Julian barked gutturally as he tightened his grip on her head.

She had him exactly where she wanted him, the same place he had her almost all the time: hot, needy, and so desperate to come that he didn’t care what he said.

His groans of pleasure spurred her on, and she teased his balls gently as she sped up her pace, letting him guide her on giving him exactly what he needed.

She squealed as she suddenly felt her body turning, her panties jerked from her body in one powerful yank.

“I’m not coming alone,” he grumbled into her slick pussy right before his tongue pierced between the folds, her nightgown now rolled up around her waist.

The pleasure of feeling his hungry mouth devour her shocked adrenaline into her system as she bent down and took him back into her mouth. She could barely keep her rhythm steady as Julian’s grip on her thighs grew tighter, his mouth more urgent and demanding.

Their bodies both damp with perspiration, they climbed together toward climax in a tumble of arms and legs, and with a frenzied kind of madness that sent Kristin over the edge as Julian groaned, the vibration sending her body into a violent orgasm. His hot release came at about the same time, and Kristin savored the taste of him as she trembled above him, lost in her own pleasure.

She collapsed in a heap next to him, her hand stroking his thigh. “Oh, God,” she whispered, knowing what had started as a challenge had ended in something cataclysmic that neither one of them had been able to control.

That’s what happened when Julian touched her. Every. Single. Time.

He sat up and pulled her up beside him, holding her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. But she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. She needed that closeness and reassurance right now. She wanted him to hold her just like this, like he’d never let go.

“Kristin,” he whispered hoarsely, stroking a soothing hand up her back and then into her hair.

They lay like that for a long time, neither one saying another word.



Eventually, the two of them roused to take a shower. Kristin felt like she’d been completely destroyed, her body limp and lifeless.

“Coming?” Julian asked as he rolled out of bed.

“I already did,” she answered bluntly as she slid across the bed to follow him.

He laughed, a deep rumbling sound of amusement that had Kristin smirking at him.

Making her lift her arms, he slipped her silky nightgown over her head. “I owe you a new pair of panties,” he said, quirking a wicked brow at her.

Julian had already provided her an entire wardrobe. Everything she had packed for Maui had come from the supply of clothing he’d bought her and stocked in his house. “You bought me plenty of underwear,” she replied, wondering if his assistant had picked out her sundresses, jeans, shirts, shoes, and all of the intimate apparel she’d found in the closet.

“I’ll get you more,” he promised as he adjusted the temperature on the shower.

“Who bought the stuff at your house for me?” She asked the question before she could stop herself.

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