Free The Billionaire Cowboy: A Billionaire's Club Story by Mandy Baxter

gasped at her sensitivity there. Their eyes met for the briefest moment and a satisfied smirk spread across Ryder’s lips. He gripped her thighs, the rasp of his calloused hands on her skin a delicious torture as he dipped his head between her legs and paused.
    Oh god, yes
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    “Tell me what you want.”
    Apparently the powerful Mr. Blackwell enjoyed having her boss him around. He’d been the same way with her in the stable, holding off, teasing her until she gave him a command. Not that Lara had any problem voicing what she wanted. On the contrary, her previous partners had practically needed a detailed map and voice-activated GPS to bring her to orgasm.
    But not Ryder.
    “I want you to make me come,” Lara said, her voice breathy with anticipation.
    “How?”
    “You know how.” He brushed his thumb against her clit and Lara’s hips bucked at the intense sensation. Damn him. Once again, he refused to go further until she played his game.
    “Maybe I don’t,” he teased. “How will I know what you like if you won’t tell me?”
    “You’ll know,” Lara said. He brushed his thumb against her sensitive flesh once again and she let out a low moan. “Don’t worry, if you’re doing it wrong, I’ll be sure to tell you.”
    The low chuckle that answered her caused a rush of warmth to radiate low in Lara’s stomach. She enjoyed his playful side and wondered what it would be like to stick around long enough to learn more about him. “I have no doubt you would, doc.”
    “I’m not going to beg.”
    He stroked her once more. Slowly. “I don’t want you to.”
    Ryder certainly wasn’t a selfish lover, but she’d known that. When you managed to rock a woman’s world the way he did, word got around. It was the other part of the rumors that Lara was really curious about, that when it came to his own pleasure, he got down to business and that was that. If Lara had any say in the matter, she was going to make sure Ryder enjoyed himself as much as she did.
    “I want your mouth on me,” she said after a moment, “when I come.”
    His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Oh, I can do that.”
    When he sealed his mouth over her sex, Lara let out a low, drawn-out moan. The marble countertop chilled her overheated skin as she relaxed back on its surface, the extreme sensations only heightening her enjoyment. Ryder circled her clit with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking gently. He increased the pressure and when Lara felt the soft rasp of his teeth, it almost sent her over the edge.
    “That feels so good, Ryder. Don’t stop.”
    He grabbed her hips, his fingers curling around her ass as he angled her hips up toward his mouth. Lara reached behind her and gripped onto the edge of the counter as though it would anchor her and keep her from floating away on a cloud of bliss.
    His assault was unhurried, calculated to gain the results he wanted. For a brief moment, a pang of jealousy stabbed at Lara’s chest as she imagined the number of women he must have been with in order to hone his skills to so sharp an edge.
He’s not with those other women now. He’s with you
.
    “Oh, god. Just like that.”
    Lara’s brain spluttered. Short-circuited as Ryder did wicked things to her with his mouth. He lapped at her mercilessly, circling her clit only to reward her with a long, languid pass with the flat of his tongue. He lifted her ass up off the counter and repositioned her, scooting her higher until she was damned near laid out like a sacrificial offering on the cool marble surface. He bent over her, propping one of her legs up on his shoulder while his free hand wandered up her torso toward her breasts. They tingled with anticipation, her nipples puckering tight as though anxious for his touch. When his skillful fingers found a pearled peak, her breath caught in her chest.
    “I’m so close, Ryder,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
    There’d be no “please” from her. No pleading words, only urgent