Page 16 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

In the dark, Kara absorbed every sensation, every thrust. Simon was making her body sing with pleasure and she grasped the chains on the cuffs, her fingers digging into the metal as she cried out his name. His body slammed into hers and she relished each thrust, every pump of his hips. Their bodies were both slick with sweat and they moved against each other in an erotic slide. A dusting of hair on Simon’s chest abraded her nipples as he moved, adding to her arousal, making her moan as she moved her head from side to side, not sure if she could bear the sensation overload.

“Come for me, Kara. Come. I want to watch your pleasure.” His low, seductive voice whispered to her, coaxed her, as his cock filled her again and again. Faster and faster.

When his hand moved between their bodies and boldly stroked her clit, she exploded as ecstasy seized her, seeing brilliant colors flash through the darkness as her body pulsed and her channel spasmed around his cock, milking him.

“Oh, Jesus, Kara,” Simon groaned. “You’re so sweet. And so damned hot.” His mouth came down on hers as he entered her one last time, as though he wanted to possess every part of her, spilling himself deep inside her with a harsh, tortured groan.

They both came back to reality slowly. Simon pulled away from her and rolled to her side, his head resting on her shoulder, his arms around her body, squeezing her possessively. Her lips searched, kissing the top of his head as she tried to catch her breath.

Her heart was thundering and she wished she could see Simon right now, his hair mussed, his eyes still smoky with spent passion. She was nearly destroyed by the depths of her feelings. Scared. Exhilarated. Confused. She was a jumbled-up mess at the moment, not quite sure how to feel or how to react. Sex had never been so all-consuming for her. What in the hell had happened?

Simon. Simon had happened. And she would never be the same.

She felt his kiss, a light caress to her lips, before he rolled out of bed. She heard the zipper of his jeans close and knew that he was getting dressed. It was only moments before she was free and the blindfold was being removed.

His hair was adorably mussed and his eyes were raking her nude body as though he was ready to have her again. Kara shivered, not only from her nakedness, but from the tortured look she saw in his eyes.

He scooped her up and carried her down the hall to her room. He pulled the covers back and deposited her in the middle of her bed, pulling the covers over her nude form. The room was dark, the only illumination coming from the window and the brightness of the moon, but she could see his frown.

Did he regret what happened? Was he upset that he had just slept with a woman he barely knew? So upset that he wanted to get rid of her, put her back in her own bed and forget their cataclysmic joining had ever happened?

Or perhaps, it had only been life-changing for her.

Leaning forward, he kissed her forehead lightly and whispered in a low husky voice, “Thank you, Kara. I’ll never forget tonight.”

Tears choked her, jamming the back of her throat. She couldn’t answer, couldn’t ask any of the questions she so desperately wanted to ask.

He exited the room, closing the door softly behind him.

Gone. Just like that. He hadn’t even wanted to sleep with her.

Kara let go of her tears, letting them slide down her cheeks as she rested her head against the pillow, wondering what had just happened. Having Simon dump her back in her room after the most incredible sexual encounter of her life was like being slapped in the face. With a heavy dose of reality.

He’s a billionaire, Kara. Wake up. Did you think he wanted anything more than a casual screw?

She had to remind herself that she was a big girl. She had gone into the encounter with her eyes wide open, knowing it was nothing more than one night.

Then why does this hurt so damn much?

Sliding quietly out of bed, Kara opened one of the drawers of her dresser and slipped into a nightgown before returning to her bed. She drew the covers tightly around her as her body quaked. Simon had been so hot, so warm. Now all she felt was cold and empty.

Pushing aside his rejection and her hurt feelings, Kara tried to reason out the situation. Regardless of what he felt for her, Simon had some issues. The restraints, the blindfold, not wanting her to see him when they had sex. Maybe he liked a little kink—she had certainly discovered that she liked it—but something more was going on in his head.

Something deeper.

Something darker.

He’d never had a girlfriend? That, in itself, was strange. He certainly didn’t lack sexual prowess. He was incredibly rich and as handsome as sin. Why had he never had a long-term relationship?

Kara rolled to her back, her mind racing. Simon’s problems were really none of her business and she doubted if he would appreciate her poking her nose into his life. But she wanted to help him. It wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t care for her. He’d been nothing but generous and kind. If she could help him, maybe he could fall in love and have a relationship with a woman he could love some day.

Her gut twisted and her chest squeezed tightly at the thought, but she tried to ignore it. Simon deserved to be happy. She needed to be a friend and try to get to the bottom of his issues.

You want to be more than his friend, and you know it.

“Shut the hell up,” she whispered furiously to the dark room, flopping onto her stomach and pulling a pillow over her head, as though her actions would silence her treacherous thoughts.

It didn’t. And it took Kara quite some time to finally fall into a troubled, restless sleep that brought disturbing dreams of a handsome, dark-haired, dark-eyed man with an expression filled with anguish and misery, trying to fight demons that he couldn’t truly see. In the dream, Kara was an observer, trying desperately to reach the man in agony, holding her hand out to him, begging him to latch onto her, to let her help him. He started to slowly lift one hand, still stabbing at the dark with the other, trying to vanquish the clawing, dark shadows that threatened him. Finally, his hand met hers, his grip firm and she tugged with every ounce of strength she had, trying to bring him to her.

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