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Dirty Together (The Dirty Billionaire Trilogy #3)(20)
Author: Meghan March

She lifts up. “Just get us there in one piece, Crey. That’s your job.”

I don’t look down, because if I do, there’s a chance I won’t be able to keep the car on the road. She wraps her fist around the base, and the flat of her tongue slicks up the bottom before she decides that mid-travel deep-throating is a good idea.

I white-knuckle the steering wheel and swallow back my groans. The woman is a cock-sucking goddess, and I mean that in the most complimentary way possible. Stroke after stroke with her tongue and the tight clasp of her lips wrapped around my shaft bring me close to the brink just before I flip on the turn signal to pull into the drive.

I debate whether I want to let go and come in her mouth, and then decide that if I’m going to be slipping inside that tight little ass of hers for the first time, maybe it’s the practical thing to do.

Logic. Sure, let’s call it that.

“I’m gonna come, baby. You ready for that?”

I slow the car to a stop in the driveway and slam it into PARK. Releasing the steering wheel, I bury my hands in Holly’s hair. I feel her head bob, and I don’t know if she’s nodding that she’s ready or if it’s just her exuberant sucking. I open my mouth to ask again, but her hand cups my balls, and I lose my fucking mind.

“Holly—fuuuck.”

The orgasm rips out of my balls and down her throat. Jesus Fucking Christ. This woman.

She sucks another stroke, cleaning me up, and I can’t help but marvel at her. When she lifts her head, I brush her hair out of her face.

“You’re amazing. And you’re all fucking mine.”

Her smile is sweet and beautiful, and I can’t wait to get her upstairs. I rip open my door, round the hood, yank open hers, and reach inside. She squeals when I pull her out and toss her over my shoulder.

“Jesus, Crey. Did you even zip your jeans?”

I look down and become conscious of the draft that’s very quickly freezing my dick. I shove my shit inside my pants. “No. Don’t fucking care.”

I stalk toward the door and then remember that I need keys. But Holly is already holding them out awkwardly around one side of my neck. I grab them from her.

“Good woman,” I grunt out.

“You’re just feeling good because you got a blow job in the car, and now you’re going to brown town.” She’s giggling, and it’s fucking contagious.

A deep chuckle works its way out of my lungs, and I can’t remember laughing this hard in years. “God, you’re good for me.”

“And don’t you forget it.” She slaps my ass as I shove the key in the lock and open the door.

“Impossible.”

The sound of Crey’s laugh, coming easily and because of me, is up there on my list of favorite sounds. For some reason, it gives me the same kind of butterflies that hearing the host of Country Dreams announce my name as a finalist gave me. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m about to lose my anal virginity to something that’s not silicone.

He heads straight for the stairs and jogs up them, holding me with one hand so I don’t bounce with each step.

“Eager?” I ask, unable to hide the smile in my voice.

“When it comes to you, I’m always eager, Holly. That’s something that’s never going to change.”

When he says things like that, my heart expands. He’s utterly convinced of the fact that we have a future together, and it’s impossible not to believe in his conviction.

He carefully lowers me to the bed, and I have to smother a giggle of my own. His pants are barely half-zipped, and they’re not covering the important parts.

“You could’ve taken the time to zip up, you know.”

He cups my chin and tilts my head up to face him, pulling my gaze away from his crotch.

“Holly, when you told me that you had a butt plug up that sweet little ass of yours, I stopped caring about making sure my pants were zipped, because my dick knows exactly where it wants to be—and it’s not in my pants.”

“Oh my God, did you really just say that?” Sometimes his bluntness is more than I’m prepared for.

“It’s the truth. And you’re the one taunting me with the promise of that gorgeous ass.”

I can’t argue with that. “Still, you’re crazy.”

He stares down at me, his dark eyes flashing. “You make me crazy, woman. About you.”

My giggle dies, and I swallow. “Is this for real?”

I can’t hold the question back. I expect Crey to answer with a question of his own, like, Is what for real? But he doesn’t.

“As real as it fucking gets, Holly. That’s what I’m trying to show you. This. Us. It’s as real as it fucking gets.”

Creighton leans down and brushes his lips across mine, and I can’t help but smile into his kiss. Who smiles into a kiss? Me, but only when I’m kissing this man.

He slants his mouth across mine, taking advantage of my parted lips, and his tongue dips inside, teasing and tasting. My hands skim up his sides of their own volition, trailing over the planes of muscles. Every inch of him is damn near perfect, right down to that dirty-talking mouth I can’t get enough of.

When he finally pulls away, his eyes tell me everything he’s thinking and feeling. Warmth spreads through me . . . and that’s when it happens.

The words.

They bubble up, and I can’t stop them. There’s no holding them back.

“I love you, Crey.”

His eyes, already soft, go even softer. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for you to say that.”

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