Distracting the Billionaire's Son by Jordan Bell Page A

from my belly button up to my breasts with the
tip of his tongue and the whole of me exploded.
    He spent ages down there kissing me, exploring the scars no
one but me and my doctors had ever touched. Minutes ago this was the ugliest
part of me, the thing I was most ashamed of, but when he stroked my skin with
his hands, his mouth, moaned my name against my lower belly, I was beautiful.
More beautiful than Eva McCallister. I was his, exploring the sensation of my
own skin for the very first time.
    He kissed his way up the swell of my breast, to my mouth,
and for one deep, passionate moment, he kissed me and I kissed him back. He
broke the kiss and touched his forehead to mine.
    “I’m enraptured by you, all of you. Never hide from me
again. Not me. Promise me, Jessica. Promise me you’ll never be ashamed of this
again. You’re too beautiful and I want all of you.”
    “Yes, yes, I promise,” I moaned, tears threatening my eyes.
He kissed them away, pulled me up so he could unhook my bra and release my
breasts. He made a tiny sound at the back of his throat and lowered me back to
the bed so he could touch them, fondle them, worship them.
    We lay like that for hours. He spent most of it exploring
me, kissing every inch of my body, especially the ones no one else had ever
seen. “Good,” he said, taking one of my nipples into his mouth to suck on, to
play with between his teeth. “They are mine now. Only mine. Promise me, Jess.”
    “I promise, who else would I sneak out to see?” I kissed his
ear, sucked the lobe playfully. He groaned and reciprocated by trading one
breast for the other so he’d be out of reach of my mouth.
    “That insufferable asshole who has been your shadow since he
arrived. It’s made me crazy, the way his eyes undress you.”
    I grinned, loving the way he lapped at my breast with his
tongue, cupping it in his hand. “Good, you deserve to be a little jealous after
everything you put me through.”
    “These,” he said, grabbing handfuls of each breast. They
were too big for his whole hand, something I was sure would be a flaw when he
saw them. “These are my favorite things in the whole world. How have I lived so
long without them?” I laughed and he captured my laughter with his mouth. He
was so light, light as air, the hardness a very distant memory. It was just us
in the world.
    Jonah sighed against the swell of my breast, kissed his way
to my nipple. “This is a terrible idea, it always has been. You got out of my
sister’s car in those little shorts, all tousled and messy and completely
unkempt and I was done for. I thought I was hallucinating you on the beach,
like I’d wished you into existence. You have no idea.”
    “My turn.” I pushed him off me and climbed onto his hips so
his cock was trapped against me. He groaned and rubbed himself up against me.
“Maybe you did wish me into existence. Maybe that’s why I’m here.”
    “Jess, oh,” he sighed and started a slow rhythmic movement
between my legs. I could feel his cock beginning to harden again. “You are so
bad for me. If my father found out what I was doing with you, Jesus, to you …”
    “Not him, Jonah. Of all people not to bring in here.”
    “No, listen to me, Jess. This is important. If he found out
about this, I don’t know what he’d do. You’re younger than I am by five years.
You’re my sister’s best friend. You’re still in college…it wouldn’t be well
accepted. Do you understand? We can only keep this a secret so long before
someone notices. Before that asshole touches you and I’m forced to break his
arm for it.”
    “Before Eva McCallister takes her bikini top off for you?”
    He laughed and urged his hips up into me again. “Already
tried. I told her no.”
    This surprised me. “You told her no?”
    “All I wanted was to get the hell off that boat and
somewhere alone with you. We’re vacationing in the woods. Do you know how many
places we can sneak away to?”
    “Mmm,” I put my