Page 104 of Marrying the Billionaire

I sweat, going slow for her, letting her get used to my size. Her nails dig at the back of my neck, her face set in concentration as I push in until I’m all the way seated.

“You okay?”

She nods, but it’s not convincing.

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so big.” She shifts under me, searching for a different position, and it nearly kills me to hold still and not madly pump into her the way my body’s aching to.

“Here.” I flip over so she’s riding me, her hands bracing herself against my chest. “This should be easier.” I grip her hips, encouraging her to move, captivated by the expression of bliss that crosses her face as she moves up and down my length, slowly at first, and gradually picking up in speed.

“It’s never been like this before,” she breathes in awe. “I didn’t know it could be this good.”

A burst of pride runs through me, my fingers digging into her before I remember myself. “It’s because it’s you and me. It’s never been like this for me either.”

She has no idea what she does to me with the way she arches her back and shakes her hair out behind her shoulders, putting her breasts on display. They bounce gently, the nipples beaded with how aroused she is, and I reach up, shaping her soft weight, flicking the tips.

She groans, biting her lip as she looks down and watches me do it again. “Harder,” she whispers, almost like she’s afraid to say it, and I comply with her request, a thrill racing down my spine.

“You like that? When I’m a little rough with you?” Honestly, it shouldn’t surprise me after that phone sex we had.

She nods enthusiastically, unable to hide her reaction as I do it again, throwing her head back as she sticks her chest out farther, lips parted seductively. “You make me so hot,” she moans, her movements atop me growing more erratic as I lightly pinch her nipples next, still pumping into her from below.

“Touch yourself.” I grab one of her hands and guide it to her clit, the area slick with arousal, then scoot us further up on the bed so I can lean against the headboard, tilting my head down to suck a nipple as I pinch the other.

She grasps my shoulders to brace herself as I switch breasts, biting gently now, her low groans incredibly hot. She works herself on me, fingers flying frantically over her clit, the sight so fucking sexy I can’t hold myself back from coming any longer.

I suck her roughly, bringing my hands to her hips to keep her in place as I let go, groaning my release, pouring myself into her. She gives a keening cry in response as she bucks, spasming around me, extending my own orgasm.

She falls against me as she finishes, breathless as she tells me she loves me in that sweet voice of hers. Emotion bubbles within me, rusty with disuse, my chest zinging with a warmth I can’t ignore. Words I haven’t said in over a decade flit through my head, retreating as fast as they come, and I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment.

We lay idly for untold minutes until our hearts beat regularly, and I kiss her deeply, submerging myself in her presence, trying to preserve this memory. She snuggles into me, yawning, and I realize it’s the middle of the night still. I’ve been on a plane so long, time has lost all meaning.

I head into the bathroom to clean up and when I return she smiles sleepily at me, already under the covers, holding out an arm to me. I gladly join her, bringing her in close to my body, listening as her breaths become steady, sleeping peacefully beside me. I mentally trace her fair brows, long lashes, delicate nose, down to the lushness of her lips.

She’s mine. No matter what Dad tries to throw at me. And regardless of what our legal status truly is, I still consider her my wife in every way. I intend to honor our vows, even if it means we have to hold another ceremony.

“I love you,” I whisper, trying the words out, needing to say them alone first to see how they feel, with no pressure. And the truth is… they feel right. We’ve been on a crash course of a relationship, things more intense than they’d normally be between us from day one. It only makes sense we’d fall in love just as fast.

Every part of my life has changed, and I was being honest when I told her it was for the better. Things are richer somehow, fuller. Like I’m actually experiencing them rather than going through the motions. I still have work to do, I know that, but for the first time in a long while, I’m excited to see what tomorrow holds.

The next fewdays are filled with fresh beginnings. New phones for both of us, adding Serena to my bank account, having Lori secretly pack up our apartment, discreetly meeting with a real estate agent. And starting my first therapy session, Serena holding my hand the whole time in support. I’m glad the days keep me busy because it’s strange not going into the office. I still answer emails, but I had Connor tell everyone I’m sick and working from my hotel room.

The jig is up all too soon, though, as my old phone rings three days after my return, just as I’m narrowing down properties to tour that the realtor sent over. So Dad finally turned on the service, huh? I let it go to voicemail, listening to the message afterward to discover it’s Vivian, my dad’s secretary, requesting a meeting ASAP with him. Guess he knows I’m in New York then.

I call her back and set up a time for later in the day, then give Lori a heads up that she needs to finish getting everything important she can out of there and to the storage unit I rented. I have no idea if Dad will pull the same stunt he did with Gabriel where he up and changed the locks on the apartment.

No one gives me any strange looks as I enter Bishop Tower, not that I really thought Dad would air the family’s dirty laundry. But they’ll find out I’m leaving soon enough. I just don’t see any way I can stay here after what he’s done. I’m the second son he’s alienated now. He better be careful he doesn’t do it to Connor too.

I reach floor sixty, Vivian’s face sympathetic as I approach her desk.

She glances once to Dad’s closed office doors and back at me, whispering, “I warned him not to do this. That you’d take it seriously. But he wouldn’t listen.”

“Thanks, Viv.” She’s always been too good for him.

I knock once and enter, probably the most relaxed I’ve ever been when summoned here. There’s something to be said for no longer giving a fuck about consequences.

He peers up at me over the rim of his reading glasses, steepling his hands in front of him. “I thought you were sick.”

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