Public Rivalry (The Billionaire's Successor, #1)

by Rebecca Kinkade

this woman is a level of perfection that I didn’t know was even attainable.

If someone had told me that the greatest night of my life would be the night that I sucked Corinne Tyler’s breasts in public on a rainy Thursday in New York, I would have thought they were insane. But here I am. Here she is. The same woman who I watched trounce men in law school classrooms and blow opponents out of the water in every business school case competition she entered. The same woman from whom I once considered stealing a laptop in college, because I was so sure that she was going to beat me for valedictorian. Here she is. And I can’t get enough of her.

“That’s my girl. You want me to make you come right here, don’t you?”

“You love this,” I go on. “Look at you, fucking my hand out here. You know exactly what you want.”

My perfect girl. She’s unfathomable. I don’t know how I made it this long without her.

I reach up and fumble to find my nipples—near delirious from the pleasure. I begin to pinch them, twisting lightly and tugging them as Gray takes himself full hilt into me. It’s so good. It’s so, so good.

He was built for this—to make me feel incredible. And as he begins to pump in and out of me without pause, I decide that my body was absolutely built for him to fuck.