Page 15 of The Reluctant Billionaire

“Good.” Grasping the root of his cock in her hand, she lowered herself onto him, guiding him into her wet channel. They both moaned simultaneously as they came together at last, Nessa’s hips rolling to take Jace deep inside her body.

He grasped her hips in his hands, bracing her as she set up a rhythm, lifting up slow and then pushing down hard. Jace watched with something approaching awe as Nessa rode him, her head thrown back, long braids swinging around her, breasts bouncing as her strong thigh muscles worked, her body driving him hard and fast toward orgasm. He could feel it coming, the tingle of heat spreading from the base of his spine. Wanting Nessa to come with him, to share the ecstasy, he put a hand between them to rub his finger over her slippery-wet clit.

“Oh God, yes!” Nessa stuttered briefly in her rhythm, before resuming it again. She leaned forward to kiss Jace, sloppy and desperate as the tremors raced through her body, making her breasts tingle and her thighs shake. He held her close, working over her clit, his other hand cupping and squeezing her ass. Her nipples brushed against his chest, the final stimulation to push her over the edge, and she wailed his name against his lips.

Jace roared wordlessly as Nessa tightened around him, the hot wet clamp of her pussy sucking his climax from him. His eyes closed, his body shuddering as his seed jetted hotly deep inside her clutching, willing body. Stars burst behind his eyelids with the utter bliss of the release.

They clung together for several long minutes, breathing fast, skin damp with exertion. Finally, Nessa pulled back slowly and flopped down on the mattress beside Jace, moving closer to press her cheek against his side as he held an arm out toward her. He hugged her close, enjoying the way she fit against him.

It had been a long time since he’d felt so relaxed and comfortable. Tired from the day’s exertions, he wanted to stay awake, to savor every moment of being with Nessa, but his eyelids felt incredibly heavy.Just a few minutes, he thought as they drifted closed.

Chapter Six

Nessa knew the exact moment Jace fell asleep. Already relaxed, his whole body went limp, his breathing slowing even further. Smiling, she stayed cuddled up to him for a little while, until her stomach rumbled loudly. So loudly, she feared she might wake him up.

Grinning, Nessa eased out from Jace’s arm and climbed off the bed. Picking her dress up off the floor, she put it back on and headed for the kitchen to see if she could rescue the pizzas. They weren’t fully cooked, so she took them out of the oven and switched it back on again before retrieving the glass of wine she’d abandoned. It was too good to waste. Sipping it as she waited for the oven to heat back up, she looked around the open-plan area with interest. The furniture was minimalist, glass and chrome, but looked expensive. The couch was white leather and a painting hanging above it looked vaguely familiar. Narrowing her eyes, Nessa stared at it for a long moment. It looked like a Georgia O’Keeffe. And she had a sneaking suspicion it was an original.

Well, the house had very clearly been built with no expense spared. The kitchen appliances were top of the line and she was pretty sure the gleaming tiles on the floor were Carrara marble. An O’Keeffe original just fit with everything else. Obviously Jace moved in some pretty exclusive circles.

Sipping her wine and walking around, Nessa peeked through an open door to see a lavishly equipped office, with three computer monitors on one desk. Stock market feeds scrolled silently across the screens.

She’d never asked what Jace actually did, she realized, but a stockbroker made total sense, all things considered. Some sort of commodities trader, maybe. He’d certainly have wealthy friends in that world and be accustomed to the finer things in life, like expensive wine. No wonder he hadn’t blinked at opening a $500 bottle of Grange. He probably drank pricier wine every night in New York.

A photograph on the far wall caught her attention. She glanced around, feeling a little like an intruder, before taking a step into the office to look more closely.The door was open, she justified to herself.

The photograph was of a woman, slim and fair-haired, smiling into the camera. A baby was held in her arms, as fair and smiling as she was. From the fashion of the woman’s clothes and the quality of the image, Nessa thought the picture was maybe thirty years old, but not much more than that. It was taken in Sydney, that much was clear; the distinctive shape of the Opera House was visible in the distance over the woman’s left shoulder.

A ping from the kitchen startled her and she hurried back to find the oven was ready. The pizzas would only take a few minutes to finish off, so she figured she should wake Jace. He was tired, but he needed to eat to refill his energy reserves.

“Hey.” Sitting on the bed beside him, she shook his shoulder gently. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”

“No,” he grumbled, an arm snaking around her waist to pull her back down beside him. “Don’t wanna.”

Laughing, she wiggled to get free, digging her fingertips into his ribs to tickle him. “Come on! Food’s ready and now I’m really starving.”

He groaned and let her up after stealing a kiss. “Alright, I’m coming!” Yawning, he stumbled after her into the kitchen and found himself pressed to sit down at the dining table while she dished up the food. “Hey, this isn’t right. I invited you to dinner, why are you doing the work?”

“Because you fell asleep on me.” She brushed a kiss against his temple before sitting down beside him and reaching for the salad she’d quickly thrown together.

Jace looked guilty. “Sorry about that…”

“I’m not offended.” Nessa smiled at him to show him she meant it. “It’s obvious you’re not quite up to peak condition yet, Jace. I’d probably have fallen asleep myself after that spectacular sex, except my stomach was rumbling too loudly to let me!”

“You thought it was spectacular?” He looked almost shy, like he was desperate for her approval.

Putting down her fork, Nessa leaned over to kiss him, slow and sensual. “Damn right, and once we’ve eaten I’m fully planning to take you back to bed and find out just how good it can get.”

“I am very much on board with that plan.” Jace smiled at her as she pulled back and picked up her fork again.

“Eat up your vegetables like a good boy then, and I shall think of a suitable treat to give you afterward.”

Shoving a deliberately large mouthful of salad into his mouth, he grinned around it as she laughed at him.

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Nessa woke in the morning light, stretching luxuriantly. Every muscle in her body ached, but in the best possible way. Jace lay sprawled on his back beside her, the sheet tangled around his lean hips. A beam of sunlight slipped past the blinds to cross his chest, turning the brown hairs there to burnished gold. Fast asleep, stubble beginning to sprout on his cheeks, he was easily the most beautiful sight Nessa had ever awakened to.

Honestly, she’d like nothing more than to wake him up and carry on where they’d left off late last night, but the angle of the sun told her she’d already slept long past the time she needed to be up and moving. Slipping quietly from the bed without waking Jace, she found her clothes and pulled them on with a wrinkle of her nose; she’d have to move quickly to get back to her room and have a shower before she needed to get to work. Bending down, she brushed a light kiss over Jace’s cheek, but he never even stirred. She crept out with a fond smile back at him. No doubt he’d stop by the bar later. Maybe she’d let him take her out to dinner this time.

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