Page 103 of Most Eligible Billionaire

“What are you making?”

He turns. His eyes go dark. “What are you wearing?”

I give him an innocent look. “This?”

He swears and turns back to the stove. “Alfredo sauce. And I’m at a critical point in this operation. There’s wine breathing. Why don’t you pour us a glass.”

It’sbreathing. He’s so nerdy about doing everything perfectly.

I pour two glasses and go back. Set his by the stove top.

“You have to add the cheese to the sauce so slowly,” he says, adding a microscopic amount of cheese to the pound of melted butter and heavy cream he’s been stirring slowly and methodically. “So slowly.”

“It smells amazing.”

He adds another micro amount, and another, and another. “Most people don’t do it like this.”

But Henry does.

I set down my wine and put my arms around him, making contact with the muscles and hard planes of him.

“You are so going to ruin dinner.”

I kiss his back. “I’m trying not to.”

“Trying.” I can hear the smile in his voice. “Trying is not doing.” He flicks off the stove, smashes a lid onto the pan and turns. “Look at you,” he says, advancing on me.

I back up. “Look at me what?”

He reaches out but I move just out of his grasp and turn. And run. His place is huge and you can run in it. I make it to the living room.

Rough hands grab me, turn me around to face him. He grabs the shirt and rips it open, then pushes me down to the couch.

A condom appears. We fuck furiously, hands grasping, teeth grazing. His hot weight pins me.

He pulls up my leg to get deeper.

I hold his hair, taking him, pain and pleasure mingling.

He smashes his sweaty forehead to my chest when he comes. I stop pulling his hair and just kiss it, coming down from my orgasm and enjoying his.

I kiss his hair as he comes. He’s everything.

He flops over at my side.

He gets this serious look. “It was never like this.” He slides a hank of my hair through two fingers, with an expression like it’s the most amazing hair he’s ever felt.

“Me, too,” I say.

He seems to like that. He watches me with such warmth and affection. It feeds my soul. “I'm glad,” he says. “That was unbelievable. I wanted to do everything to you.”

“You kind of did.”

“Oh, hardly.”

“Oh,hardly.” I smile. “I love to feel you come inside me. I love how your body feels.”

“I love how you breathe,” he says. “Sometimes you just breathe and I want you.”

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