Arrangement with a Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Brothers Book 1) COMPLETE

Chapter Twenty - Beg Me

Chapter Twenty

Arturo pushed her back until she was pressed right up against the table they'd been talking about. It pressed into the small of her back, and Isla was pushed farther backwards, practically bent over it the wrong way when Arturo leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss was as electrifying as it had been last night. There was no mistaking that her body hadn't made some sort of error when she'd felt those things the night before.

However, it was easy for her to get pulled back into the real world when she felt some of her beads rattle.

With the heady force of their bodies over the table, regardless of the matt she'd used, some of her things were starting to roll away again.

The need to protect her supplies overcame her lust for a few precious seconds as Isla pressed her hands against Arturo's chest, pushing him away.

"Wait."

His voice was guttural. "No waiting."

"My stuff's going to fall off the table."

Isla pushed a little harder, and this time Arturo relented. He let her get up so she could collect her beads and tools, packing up everything so quickly that it wasn't exactly as neat and orderly as she tended to prefer it.

But then her cases and beads were on one of the chairs where they wouldn't get in the way, or stepped on.

Isla looked at Arturo. His chest was heaving and the suit he wore disheveled. "I don't think we want to be having sex on top of a pair of clippers."

He didn't answer. He grabbed her again, and for the second time, Isla found herself pushed down onto the table.

It was a wonder that the thing was even managing to hold her weight. Not just her weight, but her weight combined with the added pressure Arturo was providing by pressing her down onto the cherry wood.

Isla's feet were barely on the floor, and they'd slipped out of the shoes she'd been wearing. Her toes weren't even touching the floor, so she felt like there was no other choice but to lift her knees and curl them around Arturo's waist.

It brought a distinct reminder of what they'd done last night, especially when she felt the bulge of Arturo's heavy cock pressing against her panties.

Arturo's hand moved to her breast, and the heat of his mouth fell away from Isla's lips as the man decided he wanted to kiss somewhere else. Her throat, and then her chest as he ripped open her blouse.

Buttons flew everywhere.

"Hey!"

Arturo unclasped her bra, and it popped apart, revealing her breasts. His warm, wet mouth covered one of her nipples, and the muscles in Isla's thighs clenched as that pleasure rocketed from her breast, all the way down to her sex.

"Oh God."

Arturo wasn't just using his teeth to gently abuse her tiny nipple. His tongue continued to flick the pink nub, teasing her, making her body clench around him, making her hands clutch at him tighter, as if she needed him in order to survive.

She felt like she did.

"You ask Martina to come and get me, and then you wear this," he said, and his free hand slid up Isla's stockinged thigh, higher and higher, beneath her skirt, lifting it so that there was basically no purpose to it. With the exception of her wet, pink lace panties with the tiny purple bow in the middle, she was completely and utterly exposed to him.

She also didn't get it. "W-wear what?"

She'd wanted to dress to impress, sure, but she hadn't exactly meant to make him turn into a horny teenager.