Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 320(@200wpm)___ 256(@250wpm)___ 213(@300wpm)
It was definitely an unconventional mix of people, and it was perfect, considering how equally unconventional his wife was.
“Jaak?” Ilse prompted uncertainly. “You still haven’t told me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” he murmured slowly, “and I think that’s probably what’s disturbing me the most.” He cupped her face, saying softly, “My life’s been too good since you came into it.” A crooked grin formed on his lips. “And that’s what’s disturbing me. Everything’s too damn good, and I’m not used to it.”
Oh. She smiled up at him. “Poor boy.” She shook her head. “But that’s not something to complain about.”
“I know. I was thinking more along the lines of how I can make you feel the same.”
“You already do—-”
“Not enough,” the billionaire interrupted. “But I’m working on it – starting now.” He paused, and his hands shook a little as he cupped her face. “I found you a donor, Ilse.”
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
“And all the doctors agree that it’s the best match.”
Her lips started to tremble.
“Happy birthday, babe.”
She threw her arms around him. “Thank you.” She hugged him tightly, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest any moment. “Thank you, Jaak. Thank you.” Pulling away, she suddenly ran her hands down the length of his body—-
The billionaire stiffened, and so did most of the two hundred guests.
“What,” the billionaire managed to ask, “do you think you’re doing?”
Ilse smiled up at him, saying cheekily, “Thanking you some more.”
His eyes widened.
Hearing Ilse’s words, Erik whispered to Jan, “Let’s go outside and prepare your birthday gift for Ilse.” But really, it was all so he could make sure Ilse’s brother maintained his innocence.
“I really don’t...”
“Are you actually refusing me?” Ilse brushed a hand over his cock, which had already become engorged with arousal.
She began to stroke him, and his cock throbbed demandingly against his pants, the tantalizing touch tempting him to forget the fact that they were far from alone like Ilse thought.
“Babe...” His voice was strained.
“Yes?” Ilse’s voice was throatier than usual.
“Are you sure about this?” he grated out.
Instead of answering, she wetted her lips, and that was it. His cock won over his brain, and the fact that they still had guests, waiting for his cue to shout a surprise ‘happy birthday,’ was completely thrown out of the window.
He dragged her to the platform, where the VIP table was.
Ilse was both amused and puzzled at the same time as she felt him settle on a chair before gently pushing her down to her knees. “Jaak?”
“I’m, ah, hiding you under the table...” The billionaire bit back a groan as her fingers started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. “In case someone walks in.”
It was unusually fastidious of him, Ilse thought, and she sent up a winsome smile to her husband. “You’re right.”
And across him, almost two hundred pairs of eyes said the same thing. Riiiiiiiiight. But theirs was more ironic than thankful like Ilse’s was.
Shaking his head in amusement, Willem murmured under his breath to Serenity, “This is why the Queen was adamantly against attending.”
Serenity blinked, and tiptoeing, she whispered incredulously to his ear, “Are you saying she knew something like this would happen?”
Willem smirked at the words. Bending his head, he whispered back to her ear, “He’s my brother, isn’t he?”
Oh. She remembered exactly what Willem had done to her during the blind dinner that the Queen and the other royals of Contini had attended.
Right. Serenity began fanning her hot face.
As Ilse finally freed his cock from its restraints, the billionaire did his best to keep his composure. He would be in control. Complete control—-
She started to bend forward, and he started to tense.
When her mouth was right above his cock, she blew out a breath, and the slit on the head of his cock began to glisten with pre-cum.
She breathed again, and the billionaire cursed under his breath even as his cock jutted proudly, his arousal stretching and expanding until the head of his erection actually slapped against Ilse’s face.
Startled, Ilse almost pulled back, and a giggle escaped her.
“Sorry,” the billionaire rasped out.
Ilse shook her head. “I like it when you’re excited about me.”
And then her tongue started to swirl around the head, and the billionaire breathed hard.
She licked the pre-cum on his cock, and the billionaire’s chest heaved. Control. He needed to stay in control—-
Her mouth closed all around his cock, and she began to take him further in.
“God.” The billionaire’s eyes accidentally locked with Ilse’s former boyfriend as more inches of his length disappeared into her mouth. Normally, the sick look on Issac Bakker’s face would have given him absolute satisfaction. Even knowing that Ilse and Issac were only friends, he was still damn jealous about the two.
But right now, that was the least of his concerns.
Right now—-
Ilse started to suck.
“Ah, babe.” She was deep-throating him like an expert, and the billionaire’s fingers drove through her hair. “So damn good.” She began to suck harder, and another hoarse growl escaped him.