Page 102 of Where We Bloom

“Aye, I like it when you beg.” He kisses up my stomach, but his fingers don’t leave my core. “I like it very much.”

“Please,” I ask again, my hands diving into his hair as he kisses up my torso. When his lips are against mine, and I can taste myself on him, I whisper again, “Please.”

His fingers pull out, and suddenly, I’m flipped onto my stomach.

“Bite the bloody pillow, angel, because I don’t want you to make a fucking sound, and I’m not going easy on you.”

His cock slams in, and I bite the pillow, stifling my cries as I immediately come apart around him.

He’s pounding into me, so hard and rough it makes my nerve endings sing, my toes curl, and every atom in my body do the cha-cha.

I press back against him, and he moves his forehead against my shoulder, groaning as he comes, grinding into me so hard, it’s just this side of painful.

“Christ Jesus, you’re incredible,” he whispers at my ear.

He rolls us, tugs me on top of him, and kisses me long and slow.

“Holy shit.” I push my hair off my face and stare up at him. “What brought that on? My computer dying?”

“The second you told that flight attendant off, I wanted to fuck you raw,” he growls. “Then you spent an hour with your nose to the grindstone, working, murmuring about ROIs and quantities and bloody sprayed edges?—”

“The sprayed edges are pretty.”

“—and I’ve been hard for you for hours. Enough was enough.”

“Hmm. I’m glad I didn’t make you mad by telling her off. Why do you have so many attractive women working for you?”

He frowns, staring at the ceiling.

“Do I?”

“Yeah, billionaire, you do.”

“It’s not a conscious thing, I simply hire those who are qualified. I don’t fuck employees,Billie.”

“You’d better only be fucking me.” The words are out before I can stop them, and then he rolls me over, caging me in, and glares down at me.

Glares.

This is Connor from a few months ago. Intense and broody.

“Don’t make me spank your excellent arse,” he growls. “I’m not a bloody cheater or a liar.”

“Hey.” I cup his cheek and boost up to kiss him. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not, and I wouldneverimply you are. Honest, I’m not upset, and I’m not saying that I think you employ hot girls so you can get in their pants.”

“Jesus fuck, Billie.”

“You’re a man of integrity, and I know you’re obsessed with me.”

He narrows his eyes, and I offer him a big smile.

“And I know that because I recognize the signs. Because I’m obsessed with you, too.”I love you so much it makes my chest hurt.“It was just a remark, a thoughtless one, and I won’t do it again because I don’t want to upset you, and I don’t believe you’d ever hurt me that way.”And, God, I hope you love me too because if you don’t, it might destroy me.

He still looks ready to fight, but then he sighs, kisses me hard, and rolls to my side, pulling me against him once more.

“This is a really comfortable bed for an airplane,” I inform him.

“Have you slept on many beds on airplanes?” he asks, pushing my hair away from my face.

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