Page 202 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

“That’s it,” he growls, his hips stuttering. “Cum for me.”

The command snaps the last thread.

I shatter, my back bowing as my climax rips through me, and my scream is muffled by his mouth crashing down onto mine.

Then he follows with a roar against my lips, spilling into the condom, his body shuddering like a quake.

Afterward, he collapses to one side, dragging me onto his chest.

His heartbeat races against my ear, rapid and alive.

I trace the crescent marks I left on his shoulders, my PR-polished facade in ruins. His housemaid is going to have a field day tomorrow... the sheets stained with blood,cum, saliva...

Oh well. I’m sure he’s paying her very, very well.

We lie tangled together in the massive bed, the city lights painting soft patterns on our skin. My body is still humming, though it’s sated in the best possible way.

But more than that… my heart feels… full. At peace.

The usual anxieties, the fears, the insecurities… they’re still there, maybe, lurking in the shadows, but they’re muted. Subdued by the overwhelming power of what just happened between us.

Minutes pass before either of us speaks.

“I’m terrified,” I admit finally. Quietly. Saying those words makes me feel so vulnerable, that for a moment I hope he didn’t hear. That he fell asleep.

No such luck.

His hand gently strokes my back. “Of what?”

“That one day you’ll wake up and miss flying. That you’ll resent me for grounding you. Or that Luca will somehow drag you back into the chaos.”

He grabs my chin with his hand, and turns my face toward him. “I grounded myself, remember? You just reminded me I had something worth living for.”

“I know,” I reply. “But my nightmares are stubborn.”

“Then we’ll fight them together.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Every time fear shows up, we talk. No secrets. Deal?”

I nod. A tear slips. He wipes it with his thumb.

“I have fears, too,” he whispers. “I still don’t know what being a good dad looks like. I don’t want to repeat my old man’s script.”

“You won’t.” I promise him. “We’ll learn on the job.”

He smiles. “Our performance reviews will be brutal. Mia already throws blocks at my face.”

“Builds character,” I counter.

We laugh. The heaviness lifts.

I close my eyes, pressing against him.

“Sabrina,” he murmurs after a moment, his voice rough with spent passion.

“Hmm?” I snuggle closer, reveling in the warmth, the solidness of him.

“Stay,” he says. “Stay with me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Always.”

Always.

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