Page 35 of The Billionaire Dating Dad

“It’s secluded in case you’re plotting our escape.”

“You’re my boss.” She tried one last time to erect distance between them.

“Were,” he corrected.

“You can’t marry me.”

“Why the fuck not?”

Exasperated, she threw her hands up. “You can have anyone you want.”

“Yet, no other woman has made me feel the way you do.”

She searched his features. Violet felt the same, but she wasn’t willing to let down her guard just yet. “What about May?” How would it work knowing the mother of his child wanted him too?

“May is quite happy with the condo I bought her.”

“What about giving Maddie a traditional family?” She played with the invisible link on her pant leg. “I thought you wanted that.”

“Come here,” he drawled, voice thick with emotion, yet he patiently waited.

Violet slid closer along the sofa until their knees bumped. Damn, she missed everything about him. The way her heart soared when he looked at her hungrily as he did now, the way her body hummed when she heard his husky voice, but mostly she missed the way he loved. It was all-consuming. Without bounds or limits. Dimitri loved with freedom.

“I am empty without you by my side,” he said. “I don’t care what you do or how much you make, or your social status. I need you, Violet, and I will spend every day showing you how much you mean to me.”

Her pulse raced. He wasn’t playing fair. “Don’t you think I should have a say in who I spend the rest of my life with?”

“It’s adorable that you believe you have a choice.” He unzipped her clothing. “I’ve tried forming my family May’s way and your way after reading your letter. Neither made me happy,” he said, “Now it’s my turn.”

He stroked his finger down her cheek. Piece by piece he undressed her, kissing every inch of smooth skin he exposed. Violet moaned when he enveloped her swollen nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“The evening I saw you, I met a passionate woman who put others before herself.” he moved to her other breast, payingequal homage. “Let me take care of you.” Her back arched in sweet surrender. “I tried to be the man I thought you needed. Unselfish. Patient, but I’m neither of those things.” He dragged her jumpsuit down her legs.

She reclined against the sofa, wanting, and needing Dimitri more than ever. He wasn’t alone in his need to claim. Process. Take.

Violet trembled. Flames ignited along her skin, blazing a trail of liquid heat to the place she craved him the most. “I need you too,” she panted. “I’ve not stopped needing you since we met.”

“Damn, sweetheart,” he murmured against her skin.

Her panties were next, but instead of removing them, Dimitri left them around her ankles like a pair of black cuffs against her red heels.

His hands skimmed a trail from her ankles up the inside of her thighs, opening her legs wider. “Dimitri, take off your clothes.” Violet needed him just as naked and vulnerable. She needed to refamiliarize herself with the peaks and ridges of his body.

Instead of doing her bidding, he caressed her nether lips. “Oh!” Her shriek of pleasure echoed in the plane and her hips rolled skyward.

“Did you miss me?”

As if he couldn’t see the liquid pool of her desire glistening between her legs. “Yes,” she said breathlessly. “I missed you?”

“Show me how much.” He slipped two fingers under her panties and thrusted them into her wet pussy. Her hips bucked and her core tightened around his digits.

He withdrew his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth. “Any other time I’d wait to claim what’s mine. I’d take my time and bask in you flooding my mouth until I’m submerged in yourcome.” His belt buckle loosened, followed by the sound of his zipper being undone.

Violet’s hips rolled upward to meet his mushroom crown pushing at the gates of her entrance.

“But you've been out of my bed for an entire week and I’m no saint.” He thrust hard and deep. “Fuck!”

“Oh!” Her pussy ached from being stretched by his thick length and she gripped his ass as his hips rolled, burying the remainder of his dick. He possessed her completely and utterly.

“You are mine.” His forehead rested against her for an instant before he captured her mouth in a kiss.

“I’m yours,” she echoed, frantic for the orgasm he promised. It felt as though she’d waited an eternity for the moment they belonged to each other. She met each desperate thrust with one of her own as heat flooded where they were joined. Her toes curled in her shoes as she stumbled over the cliff of ecstasy.

“You’re mine,” he repeated. “You belong to no one else but me,” he roared as his hips pistoned widely, before he lodged himself in her slick pussy and came.

“I was always yours,” she vowed, stroking his sweat-slickened brow. As long as they were together, a family, she’d have it no other way.

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