The Billionaire's Sudden Bride Chapter 135

**Brandon's POV**

I felt my eyes widen slightly at June’s unexpected observation. For a moment, I almost protested, but then caught myself, letting my expression shift into a smile.

"Cute, am I?" I murmured, voice dropping lower.

She nodded, suddenly breathless as my hands began to wander. My work was instantly forgotten as I stood, lifting her with me.

"Let me show you just how 'cute' I can be," I whispered as I carried her toward our bedroom.

The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and I set June down gently on the edge of the bed. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, that oversized t-shirt of mine slipping off one side, revealing the curve of her collarbone. She looked up at me with a grin, her eyes sparkling with that teasing light I couldn’t resist. Calling me cute—she knew exactly how to get under my skin.

"Cute, huh?" I said, my voice low and warm as I stepped closer, brushing my fingers along her jaw. I tilted her chin up, leaning down until our noses nearly touched. "You’re playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Stark."

June’s lips quirked, her hands sliding up my chest. "Maybe I like dangerous," she murmured, her tone all honey and mischief. "Especially when it’s you."

That was it—I was done for. I kissed her, slow and deep, savoring the way she melted into me. Her lips parted, soft and pliant, and I couldn’t help the hum of satisfaction that rumbled in my chest. My hands slipped under the hem of that t-shirt, grazing her bare thighs, and I grinned against her mouth when I realized she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

"No panties?" I teased, pulling back just enough to meet her gaze. "Were you planning this all along?"

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. "Maybe I just like keeping you on your toes," she shot back, her fingers tugging at my shirt buttons.

I chuckled, helping her peel the shirt off me before tugging hers over her head. She shivered as the cool air hit her skin, her nipples pebbling instantly, and I couldn’t resist—I dipped my head, pressing a soft kiss to one, then the other. June sighed, her hands threading through my hair, and I took my time, swirling my tongue around each peak until she squirmed beneath me.

"Brandon," she breathed, half-laughing, "you’re terrible."

"Terrible?" I murmured, nipping gently at her breast before kissing my way up her neck. "I thought I was cute."

She giggled, pulling me down for another kiss, and I let her take the lead for a moment, her tongue teasing mine in a way that made my pulse kick up. My hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, and when I slipped a finger between her thighs, I found her already wet, warm, and ready. I groaned softly, circling her clit with a featherlight touch.

"God, June," I whispered, sliding a finger inside her, slow and deliberate. "You’re killing me here."

Her hips rocked against my hand, a needy little sound escaping her lips. "Then do something about it," she challenged, her voice breathless but playful.

I didn’t need more encouragement. I shed my pants, kicking them aside, and guided her back onto the bed. She reached for me, but I caught her hands, pressing them gently to my chest. "Not yet," I said with a smirk. "I want that mouth first."

June’s eyes widened, hesitant. Then she slid off the bed, kneeling in front of me, and when her lips brushed the tip of my cock, I had to bite back a groan. She started slow, her tongue flicking against me, teasing, and I let her set the pace for a moment before threading my fingers through her hair—not pulling, just resting there, encouraging.

"Fuck," I murmured, my voice rough with want as she took me deeper. Her mouth was hot and wet, her lips stretching around me, and I watched, mesmerized, as she worked me over. She hummed softly, the vibration sending a shiver up my spine, and I couldn’t help rocking my hips just a little, matching her rhythm.

When she pulled back, breathless and grinning, I hauled her up gently, kissing her hard as I laid her back on the bed. "My turn," I said, settling between her thighs. I spread her wide, kissing the inside of her leg before dragging my tongue through her folds. She gasped, hips bucking, and I held her steady, sucking her clit softly until she was moaning my name.

"Brandon—please—" she whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets.

I climbed over her, lining myself up, and slid into her in one smooth, deep thrust. She felt like heaven—tight and slick—and I groaned, burying my face in her neck as I started to move. Slow at first, letting her adjust, then faster as she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer.

"You’re mine," I whispered, kissing her jaw, her lips, anywhere I could reach. "No one else gets this, right?"

"Only you," she promised, her nails grazing my back as she met every thrust. "Always you."

I grinned, shifting my angle to hit that spot that made her gasp, and reached down to give her ass a playful smack—not hard, just enough to make her laugh and squirm. "That’s for teasing me about that classmate," I said, winking.

"Brandon!" she yelped, half-laughing, half-moaning. "You’re ridiculous."

"Ridiculously in love with you," I countered, spanking her lightly again before gripping her hips and driving into her harder. She clenched around me, her orgasm building, and I followed her over the edge a moment later, spilling inside her with a low groan.

We collapsed together, tangled and sweaty, her head resting on my chest as our breathing evened out. I traced lazy circles on her back, smiling when she nuzzled closer.

"Still think I’m cute?" I asked, brushing a kiss to her forehead.

June tilted her head up, her smile soft and sated. "Maybe a little," she admitted. "But mostly… perfect."

"Good answer," I murmured, pulling her tighter against me. Work could wait. Right now, she was all I needed.