Page 87 of Rival to the Billionaire

"Oh, no," I say. "Not yet. I still want to make sure you're completely ready for this."

She smiles, and I can see in her eyes that she's still fighting. To be honest, I don't blame her. If anything, I'm fighting too. But it's impossible to resist her.

She grabs the waistband of my pants and tries to tug them down my hips. I look at her and shake my head. "Uh-uh," I say, pulling her hand away and pinning it to the leather armrest.

"You'd better do what I say," I say, pulling her face close to mine. "If you don't, this show is over early. And you and I both know you're not ready for that."

She nods, looking more desperate than I've ever seen her. "I'm sorry," she says. "I'll be good?—"

I stop her from talking by placing my finger over her lips. "Say it again," I demand. "I want to hear you say it."

"I'll be good. Just please don't stop."

“I won't," I promise her. Before she can ask, I reach up and pull her hair free from its bun. Her hair is so long and beautiful, and I only wish that I could keep her like this forever.

I slide my hands over her shoulders, the softness of her skin making me ache in more ways than one. "Tell me what you need," I say, my voice soft.

"You," she whispers. "Just you."

I bring her down to me and kiss her again. My skin gets goosebumps as I run my fingers through her hair. Soon, my touch travels southward. With Jenny in my lap, her pussy completely bared to me, I kiss her collarbone and slide my hand down to her waist.

It's so soft, so smooth. I can't get over how beautiful she is. She shivers as I lower my head, kissing the swell of flesh where her breasts begin to soften over her ribcage.

"More," she says. "I need more."

I pull at the hem of her skirt, and she looks up at me. Our eyes meet in a moment that could have frozen forever, and I see something deeper than lust. There's something in there that's real.

It's more than I ever expected, and as I focus on her and inspect those eyes that are nearly glowing, time seems to stand still—at least for me.

For a moment, we're frozen in time. Then she moans as I explore her with my fingers, sliding them over her hips and waist. She looks at me and smiles, and I feel something inside me break.

I'm in love with this woman, and even though she could hurt me more than a bullet, I can't seem to stop myself. No longer delaying, I remove my shirt from where it's trapped around my wrists, and I reach for my pants, along with my boxer briefs, sliding them down just enough to free myself.

Grabbing for my wallet, I thank God for the good sense I had to place a condom in it before I left the hotel. I open it and stare at the foil packet, my heart pounding in my chest as I look up at her.

From where she's shifted, Jenny looks down at me, the look on her face a mixture of shock, surprise, and more than a little curiosity. "Will it fit?" she asks.

I grin softly and nod. "Of course it'll fit, baby. It was made for you."

She looks at me, her eyes wide with wonder as she thinks about it. Then, with a nod, she reaches for me again. I mouth the word yes and pull her to me. There's no more hesitation; she's ready for this now.

I sit up, sliding the condom over my cock as Jenny’s hands tangle in my hair. The space around us is small, but the way we're pressed together, it feels like there's nothing between us.

No time, no distance.

Just this.

"Are you sure?" I ask her.

Her eyes are pleading, and I want to believe that everything will be okay. But I can't help but be afraid. If she gets scared, if I'm not enough...

"Yes," she says. "Please."

That's all I need to hear. I let go of her hair and pull her forward, but this time, my hands are free. I take her face in my hands and kiss her. Our lips press together, and I breathe in the scent of her skin. She's so sweet, like an orange that's been dusted with sugar. It's so perfect I can taste it, and when she wraps her legs around my waist and presses against me…

The first touch of her skin against mine is like electricity. I can feel it between us, sparking with intensity, sharp and intense. But this time, there's a warmth behind it.

I pull back, looking into her eyes as we rock together. Jenny's hands are on my hips, pulling me closer to her. I can feel her heat flush against me, and when I take a breath, inhaling the scent of her hair, so soft against my face…I begin to slowly sink into her.

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