Page 65 of The Billionaire's Obsession: Florida

She snuggled her head back onto his shoulder, determined to get up the energy to move shortly or she would end up crushing the poor guy.

His breathing became deep and even, his arms still locked around her, but relaxed.

He’s sleeping. We just had sex in his nightmare position. And he’s sleeping with me on top of him.

Her heart flipped and a bone-deep ache penetrated her body. He trusted her so much that he could be at ease when he felt most vulnerable. She turned her head and kissed him lightly, her heart overflowing with love for this man.

This man who put her needs first.

This man who trusted her.

This man who would go to any lengths to please her.

This man she loved.

She’d always treasure his trust, nurture it as though it were precious. Which it was.

Exhaustion made her eyes close, her body relax.

Really, you need to roll off Simon. It can’t be a comfortable way to sleep.

Her breathing became deeper, matching the same rhythm as the man beneath her.

They woke the next morning in the same position, completely rested and comfortable.

Simon paced the courtyard of the elegant resort with a frown.

Was he about to make a big mistake? What if she wouldn’t have him? The last six weeks had been the happiest of his life. Did he really want to screw that up?

He looked out at the water, reliving those memories with a contented sigh.

I don’t want to screw it up. But I need her. I want her to be mine.The need to brand her as his, to stake his claim, was nearly overwhelming.

Looking toward the outside door to their suite made him shudder. Fuck! Why was this so hard? He and Kara shared everything. There wasn’t a corner of his heart and soul that she didn’t know.

His phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit jacket. He was in a suit and tie, and it wasn’t even a damn workday. He was currently in Orlando, to visit Disneyworld of all places, to realize one of Kara’s dreams. Incredible that a woman born and raised in Tampa had never been to Disneyworld!

Of course, neither had he. But, then again, he had come to Florida as an almost-adult.

He clenched his last heart-wish in his palm, squeezing it until his hand was white, his blood circulation nearly cut off.

He had saved one wish. The other one had been used to get her to come on a vacation trip during her spring break. He had given her the heart a month ago and told her he wished that he could take her someplace that she wanted to visit during her spring break.

Okay. Yeah. He expected Paris, London, the Orient, or even Africa. Instead, she had mumbled quietly that she had always wanted to go to Disneyworld. Barely more than an hour’s drive from Tampa, and with a private jet available for travel anywhere in the world, he hadn’t expectedthisto be her dream vacation.

Granted, it had actually been fun. He especially liked it when she got scared on a ride and threw herself in his arms with a shriek and a delighted laugh. Tonight was their last night at the resort, and he was taking her to dinner in one of the best restaurants in Orlando. He just hoped that they had something big to celebrate.

Fishing his phone from his jacket, he looked at the caller ID.Hudson, Samuel.

“What?” he snarled into the phone.

“Did you ask her yet?”

Simon nearly laughed at the slightly nervous voice on the other end of the phone. Sam acted like this event was just as important to him as it was to Simon. “No. She’s getting ready for dinner.”

“You’ve had a week. What the hell?”

“What do you care?” Actually, Simon knew very well why Sam cared. He’d let it slip that if Kara said yes, Sam would very likely be seeing Maddie Reynolds again.

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