Page 18 of Billionaire's Runaway

And he surged forward, going deep. I arched, crying out beneath him.

“I’m good. It’s good,” I whispered when he paused. I curled a hand behind his head and brought his lips back to mine. My whole world had shrunk to his body over mine, his cock deep in me, stretching me so full. If more existed outside that, I didn’t know anymore. But nothing in my life had ever felt so right as being one with Luke. I’d been made for this moment. Maybe, even made for this man. Was it…love?

And suddenly, I understood why I’d run, why I’d been so afraid. Luke changed everything for me. Nothing would ever be the same again. Part of me had recognized him as my missing piece and been afraid of what it would mean.

I stared up at him, breathing hard.

“Luke,” I whispered almost reverently.

His eyes shone down at me, full of…promise. “You feel it, too, don’t you? We’re meant to be.”

I nodded. My hips shifted beneath him, unable to stay still. A cry escaped me, but he recognized it for the pleasure it was. Slowly, he started moving, gaining momentum as we lost ourselves in each other.

Something I didn’t recognize, twisted and grew inside me, growing tighter, readying for imminent explosion. It still took me by surprise, and I gasped, clinging to Luke as my pussy spasmed around his driving cock. Stars flew across my vision, his pounding hips the only thing keeping me anchored to earth.

“Oh fuck, Laura, yes,” he grunted out. “You’re so damn tight. You…feel so…good. So…perfect…” A deep, guttural growl echoed through the room and warmth painted my core as he released, deep inside.

He collapsed forward but still rested most of his weight on his forearms. His forehead pressed to mine.

“Mine,” he vowed, staring into my eyes.

I grinned, the weight of the past years sliding away and leaving behind only joy. God, I’d missed joy! There had been times I’d been happy, but nothing like this. I’d never realized there was a difference.

“Yours…so you say,” I teased. “But I may need further demonstration.”

“Anything you need. As many times as you need,” he promised. Then he proceeded to do exactly that as we finished out the best day of my life.

Eight

Luke

“You’re up early,” Laura said as she walked into the kitchen on Monday. “And you’re dressed.” She wrinkled her nose in apparent disappointment.

“And you’re not.” I strode over to her and pulled her into my arms, dropping a kiss onto her beautiful mouth. She was wearing my shirt, which covered more than I’d like, but the unbuttoned top portion gaped, hinting she was probably naked underneath. I slid my hands up her thighs, confirming she was. “You’re so perfect.”

“You taste like coffee,” she whispered.

“Do you want some?” When she nodded, I reluctantly released her and went back to pour her a cup.

As she settled onto a chair, I brought the coffee to the table then slid the creamer over to her, as well.

“What’s the plan for today?” she asked.

“I have to go in to work for a little while,” I told her. She looked as disappointed as I felt. “I’ll try not to be long.”

“It’s okay,” she assured me. “I know you have things to do. I don’t expect you to entertain me for the rest of my life.”

“I would, you know.”

She smiled, and my heart stuttered in my chest. I’d quit my job without hesitation to see that look on her face every day.

“I know you would. But how would you keep me in the lap of luxury if you didn’t get back to the office?”

I heard the teasing in her tone but wondered if she fully realized how set for life we were, regardless of whether or not I kept working. Before I assured her that I’d treat her like a princess for the rest of time, she spoke again.

“Do you really want me to spruce up the apartment? I could start looking at stuff today while you’re out. I should probably start getting the lay of the land, so to speak, if I’ll be living in New York City.”

“Of course, I meant it.” I reached across the table and wrapped my hand around hers. “This is your home. I want you to feel comfortable here.” I stood and pulled out my wallet, grabbing my Amex and handing it over to her. “Whatever you want. For this place, for yourself, just swipe.”

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