The Fine Print (Dreamland Billionaires Book 1)
The Fine Print: Chapter 34

Lance is moving to China. All because Rowan wanted to make me happy and help me move on. While he might not have said so in as many words, his actions make it extremely obvious.

If Rowan’s trying to keep things casual, he’s doing a terrible job at it. Seriously, is the man trying to make me fall in love with him? Because if he keeps up with these kinds of displays of affection, I won’t survive him. I’m already slipping into dangerous territory.

The moment the driver closes the back door to the car, I’m all over Rowan. With the partition up, I feel bold. Reckless. A little bit power-drunk on the idea of Rowan standing up to Lance.

It’s hot. He’s hot. The whole damn situation is hot.

I lift my dress and slide onto Rowan’s lap. His hands replace my hips, grinding my lower half against his zipper. He steals my gasp with his lips.

Kissing him feels like a high I don’t want to come down from. Like the world seems brighter with him in it, and I want to chase this feeling until the end of time. Our tongues collide, stroking, testing, pushing.

“This isn’t safe,” he mumbles between kisses.

I grab his seat belt and buckle him in, which earns me a laugh. “There you go.”

He pulls me tighter against him. “I wasn’t complaining about me.”

“You’re overthinking things.” I trace the line of his zipper, feeling him stiffen under my touch. His grip on my hips tightens.

He undoes the seat belt with a grumble before making quick work of his belt and trousers. I thought Rowan in the bedroom was sexy, but him sitting with his pants halfway down his thighs, rigid cock on display in the back seat of a car is devastating. Because beneath those expensive suits is a man who looks like this. For me.

My knees hit the floor. Rowan’s gaze follows me as I trace the thick vein down his shaft. His breathing grows heavier as I replace my hand with my tongue. I’m tentative at first, tasting the slightest hint of his arousal mixed with some kind of addictive soap.

I cup his balls with my free hand and give them a squeeze. His hips surge forward. Arousal coats my tongue and I lave at it, switching between deep sucks and long strokes of my tongue.

Rowan’s hands dig into my hair, his desperation growing as my tempo changes. I’m addicted to the man Rowan becomes with me in private, so unlike his usual quiet, withdrawn self. Because when the walls come down, he’s voracious. Greedy. As selfish during sex as he is in a boardroom.

It shouldn’t turn me on this much, but I’m a lost cause to our desire when it comes to him.

Rowan is quickly becoming my drug of choice. His heavy breathing. Our battle for control. The way he groans my name like it’s a blessing and a curse.

His entire body shudders as I give him one last pull with my mouth. He lets out a hiss of air when I release him and crawl back onto his lap.

He blinks up at the ceiling with a hazy gaze. “This is highly inappropriate for a car.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

The smallest smile graces his lips. “Are you going to show me or tell me?”

“Show. Always show.” I trail some kisses from his lips to his neck.

His hands slide up my dress, disappearing beneath the layers of fabric.

“You’re so stunning that it hurts to stare at you for long periods of time.” He leans in and kisses the spot on my neck that steals my breath away.

My entire body warms from his confession. Maybe because I know Rowan’s not the kind of man who offers meaningless compliments or flowery words. Everything he says has meaning, and he called me stunning.

My eyes get itchy from the emotions swirling in my chest. Rowan makes the thoughts vanish as he tugs my underwear down my thighs. Everything with him feels heightened, from the drag of his calloused fingers across my skin to his warm breath eliciting goosebumps.

I rise onto my knees, giving him room to pull my underwear down my legs. He throws them on the seat while pulling down the cup of my corset, releasing my breast. His lips latch on, and I throw my head back at the sensation. The way his tongue teases me drives me wild.

He groans as I slide my exposed center across his hard naked shaft. My entire body pulses with need, and warmth fills my belly at the velvet feel of him against me. I slide back and forth once more, eliciting another moan from Rowan. He calls out my name, but it’s nothing more than a hoarse whisper under his strained breath.

I turned a rich god into a beggar. A surge of power spirals through me, pushing me to the brink of insanity. I tease his tip and earn a sucked breath. His fingers clench onto my hips with enough strength to bruise.

Our eyes connect. The darkness blazing in his gaze feeds the warmth spreading across my lower half, turning a spark into a fire.

“Your pretty little cunt hasn’t earned my cock yet.” He lifts me enough to slide his hand between us.

My entire face flames. His hand dips inside of me, removing all my control from the situation. My body clenches around his single digit, and I jump when he adds another. His free hand wraps around my hair and tugs, leaving my neck exposed to his lips and my body arched for the taking.

“I was right all along.” His deep chuckle sends another zing of energy down my spine. “You, Zahra Gulian, really are nothing but a fraud. A temptress who hides behind sweet smiles and kind words while hiding this monster within you.” His rough voice does something devious to my lower half. He drags his tongue from my neck to my nipple before grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin.

A shiver spreads across my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

“But I see you.” His touch is punishing. Like he dances across the fine line between anger and lust. It’s addictive to know I drive him wild enough to lose all semblance of control over himself. No one knows what kind of animal prowls beneath his skin but me, and I replace the secret rather intoxicating.

My body trembles as I become consumed by lust.

He sucks on my neck, leaving behind bruised skin in his wake. His tongue traces the curve, and I cry out.

“And I want you.” Two fingers turn into three, diving deep while his lips possess every inch of exposed skin. The pressure in my body grows until it becomes unbearable. I scratch at his shirt, unable to impale his skin with my marks.

“You drive me crazy,” he mumbles against the goosebumps on my neck. He withdraws his fingers before slamming them inside me again. “Wild.” I gasp. “Out of control.” Another punishing assault of his fingers. “Reckless enough to fuck you in the back seat with my driver only three feet away, separated by a plastic divider that isn’t made to block out your cries.”

The desperate need to come floods me. I swivel my hips and ride his fingers, chasing the wildfire building at the base of my spine.

“I think you like the idea of other people hearing me fuck you until your voice is hoarse.” He withdraws his hand.

I mourn the loss, and the buzz in my body turns into nothing but a dull hum. “Maybe I like them hearing me fuck you.”

He grins in a way that makes him look ten years younger. I touch his smile to confirm I’m not imagining things.

He grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom. I’d call him out on being a cliché, but I imagine it’s important for him to feel in control of the little things after everything he’s been through. The crinkle of a foil wrapper balances out our heavy breathing. His jerky movements rattle my limp body, making me putty in his hands.

He lifts me up, revealing his sheathed cock. One hand holds on to me while he uses the other to trace my slit. The move is gentle and reverent before he slams me down onto his cock. I gasp at the sudden sense of fullness. My entire body freezes from the burn, and I drop my head back. He softly kisses my neck in an unspoken apology. His thumb replaces my clit, making my tense body relaxed.

“Show me how badly you want it.” He smacks my ass once before pulling back. He rubs his bottom lip, tracing that hint of a smile.

That bastard. He’s going to make me work for it.

I use his shoulders as a support while I rise up, taking my skirt along with me. He looks down at our joined bodies where his dick is still halfway inside of me. His eyes don’t stray as he licks his lips and stares.

I push back down, making him shudder as my body clamps around his cock. “I might be a fraud, but you’re nothing but a beautiful liar. A man willing to do anything to get what he wants. Selfish.” I rise to slam down again, building a rhythm that matches our heavy breaths. “Controlling.” I swivel my hips which makes his eyes roll back into his head. “An angry man with secret smiles and soft laughs and a golden heart he keeps hidden from the world.” My lips replace his neck and nip at the skin.

He’s my dark storm cloud in the middle of a drought—an underappreciated beauty that makes me feel equally alive as the sun or the stars.

His fingers tremble against my hips as he releases another groan.

“I think you hate how much you want me. Because to care about me means you have to admit to having a heart.” I place a soft kiss against his lips. “So keep telling yourself those pretty little lies. Your secret is safe with me.”

I ride him, earning every single moan from his lips. I’m obsessed with teasing him. Each time I rise, I withdraw right to his tip, making him suck in a breath before I slam back down.

Rowan’s eyes go completely dark as his hands holding on to my hips squeeze harder. Something inside of him snaps. He takes control, his arms straining beneath the fabric of his shirt as he lifts me before pulling me back down again.

The breath gets knocked out of me with each punishing stroke. Pleasure crawls up my spine. My skin burns with each graze of Rowan’s skin against mine. Like someone holds a flame to my skin with each caress.

Rowan’s movements become sloppier as control slips from his grasp. Black spots fill my vision before stars burst, sparking to life behind my shut eyes. My body shakes as pleasure rushes through me.

Rowan’s entire body trembles as he comes. I don’t stop moving my hips until we’re both breathless and boneless. My head drops against his shoulder, and exhaustion eats away at the remaining adrenaline in my system.

Rowan runs his hand up and down my spine. My eyes shut as I try to regulate my breathing and heart rate. The lull of his hand has me drifting into unconsciousness despite his softening cock still inside of me.

I must be half delusional from my orgasm because Rowan whispers something to himself that I must’ve dreamed up in my head. “If I had a heart to give, it would be all yours. Free of cost.”

My spine tingles, and it has nothing to do with his hand running down my back. I want to tell him he has a heart, but the words get stuck in my throat. So instead, I soak in whatever kind of affection Rowan is willing to share.