Chapter 54: Even Billionaires Can Come in Seventh Place

Raemon didn’t seem to find Octavia’s command unreasonable or take offense at the command itself. In fact, a spark lit his eyes at her words. He didn’t need an invitation.

He stepped back and began unbuttoning the small, ebony buttons of his shirt.

As he untucked his shirt from the waist of his pants and shrugged it off his shoulders, he kept his gaze locked with Octavia’s.

He wanted to see the look on her face when his shirt came off—when he unzipped his pants. But he didn’t completely undress. He stopped when he had on nothing but his boxer shorts.

“Come here,” he said to Octavia, again taking a step back, closer to the bed.

Octavia reined in a wide smile and stepped toward him. He reached for her arms, feeling his way from her shoulders to her wrists.

He brought both his hands back up to her chest, stopping to graze his knuckles against her collarbone, then he hooked one finger under each of the straps of the jumpsuit.

With a flick of his wrists, the damp fabric slid off Octavia’s shoulders and fluttered to the ground. She stood before him in nothing but a black strapless bra and her simple black briefs.

Raemon pressed a kiss to her forehead. He traveled down her face to her cheek, her mouth, and to her neck. With each kiss, the intensity grew.

He sucked on her skin as if he were ready to bite through her flesh. His arms locked around her, capturing her in an inescapable embrace.

His whole, hard body pressed up against her, and she could feel his cock, rock solid, pressing at a point on her stomach.

“I should have done this the second I first set eyes on you,” Raemon said into her skin. He dipped his head lower, moving with his kisses from her neck to her collarbone.

“That would’ve been awkward,” Octavia said. She had her arms pressed against his chest. She was content to simply stand there and let him worship her body with his mouth.

Raemon brought his face back to her own and planted a long, slow kiss on her mouth.

“Octavia,” he whispered in a husky voice, tearing his lips away from hers. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Nothing at the moment,” Octavia answered truthfully. She returned his look with a bright, innocent smile.

Raemon nibbled at her ear. “I’ve never wanted anyone as badly as I want you now.”

“I bet you say that to all the women you fuck,” Octavia said good-naturedly.

“I mean it.”

“I bet you meant it with them too.”

Raemon lifted his head to stare Octavia in the face. “Do you want me to show you that I mean it?”

Octavia playfully rolled her eyes. “That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

She pushed him backward, and he landed on the bed. In the split second of his surprise, she grabbed his face in her hands and sealed his mouth with a kiss.

Raemon’s hands immediately wrapped around her, and he responded to her kiss with the probing motions of his tongue.

Octavia bent over him and wrapped her arms around his neck while they kissed.

Raemon’s hands moved over her back, up and down her arms, sending tingling sensations over her skin as his palms brushed against her.

The tingling sparked into jolts when he dug his fingers into her flesh. She felt his fingers working at her bra. He unclasped it at the back and it popped open.

It fell off her body and was flung somewhere far off by someone— it was hard to keep track of things like that.

Especially when one of Raemon’s hands was cupped around one of her breasts.

He gripped it in his hand and gave a light clench, taking in Octavia’s soft, plump curves. Then his head was once again traveling down her neck, this time all the way to her breasts.

Octavia’s breath exploded from her lungs in a loud gasp at the feeling of his mouth on her breasts.

As well as she knew his lips by then, the feeling of them on her nipples was beyond anything she had experienced.

He moved from one breast to the other, sucking at its pointed end, drawing it in with long strokes of his tongue.

He would graze his teeth over her breasts, just letting her skin feel the excitement of ridged enamel passing harmlessly over her most sensitive flesh.

He licked at her areolas as if he were savoring the flavor on his taste buds.

Every action, every movement was done in the perfect order and rhythm to make Octavia’s insides turn themselves in and out, over and over.

As his mouth worked on one breast, his hand worked on the other, kneading her mound with his whole, large hand or pinching her nipple between his fingers.

The sensation of wetness on one breast and the teasing of his fingers on the other wreaked even more havoc on her body.

She gasped through her panting breaths with her chest pressed against Raemon’s face and her hands digging into the skin of Raemon’s shoulders.

Raemon’s grip around Octavia’s body suddenly tightened. He slid both arms under Octavia and stood, lifting her in his formidable grasp.

When he laid her down on the bed, she lay back without questioning him, giving him a cocky smile. Her eyes told him that Round 1 had been satisfactory, bet he couldn’t top that in Round 2.

Raemon didn’t have a trace of doubt about him. He met Octavia’s challenging gaze as he removed his boxer shorts.

Octavia’s eyes dropped to his middle, took in the sight of his penis, and then rose back to his face. She approved.

Raemon crouched over Octavia’s body. He kissed her on the lips, lingering with his tongue deep in her throat.

With his mouth still on hers, he grasped the waistband of her underwear and peeled it over her butt cheeks, shifting it down her legs.

Octavia shimmied a little to help the blasted cotton briefs along their way. This was another thing that was torn off her and tossed somewhere by someone— all irrelevant information.

With the last article of clothing removed, when there was nothing between her body and his, his hands explored her body.

It was as if he was memorizing the feel of her skin and shape of her body with his touch. They worked over her torso, sliding over her breasts, down her middle, all the way to her hips.

They converged at her center and gently spread her legs open.

Then his mouth trailed down her body, stopping briefly at each breast to remind her hard, pointed nipples of the thrill they’d just received before continuing down her middle.

Octavia’s insides were delighted by the warm pressure of his lips, the wetness of his tongue, and the scratch of his facial hair against her.

A thrilling wave of emotion came over her as she felt his lips touch her abdomen and keep traveling down to that magical slit at the center of her body.

His fingers worked at the edges of her flesh, peeling back the layers to give his tongue a clear way through.

When his tongue met the already wet inner folds of her center, a burst of flames went off inside her.

“Fuck,” Octavia exhaled breathlessly. It was all so much. She wanted to hold on tighter, but also rip herself from his touch.

She felt so full of him already, so wound up by the numerous sensations he’d elicited from her skin, from her breasts, from her mouth. How could there possibly be more?

Well—there was.

Clearly, there was some power about a man’s tongue diving into a woman’s parts. Raemon was not shy with his ministrations.

His tongue plunged straight into her center. It lashed over her clit, sweeping around and over it in strong waves.

He buried his head deeper between Octavia’s legs and sucked on her clit, using his lips and tongue in tandem to stroke her insides.

She felt his tongue sliding over her sides, swirling around, digging deep, determined to explore every inch of her hot, wet self.

Then his tongue went right for where the wetness was flowing, and here it also showed no mercy. He lapped at the wetness like it was the last drop of water in a desert.

He licked at the walls of her vagina; he sucked on her outer folds.

Just when Octavia was sure he’d gone as deep as he could go, her body would be struck with a new sensation. She’d raise her head to see his head go farther down.

For all the time she’d worked with him, she had never been thrilled by the intensity with which he attacked everything—projects, meetings, tech designs.

But in that moment, she was grateful for his obsessive drive. For his need to conquer every obstacle in his way, to excel at every undertaking.