Page 24 of Eluding the Billionaire
Drew
Likeeverytimesincethat first night together, Katie is insatiable. The feel of her dripping folds encasing my bare cock is fucking amazing. It’s been nearly ten years since I had the pleasure of being with a woman without a condom.
She wiggles a little, my cock still buried deep inside her. “I forgot how messy this can be,” she exclaims.
I laugh as I reach down beside the chair to retrieve my discarded T-shirt. “Here, use this to clean up until we can get you in the shower.”
We make it to the shower and when the water is cascading over our bodies, she straddles me again while I sit on the stool. I suspect every shower from now on will be spent reliving this moment. The sex is less frenzied as she sinks slowly down onto my still erect cock, then instead of riding me hard and fast, rises and falls in a slow steady rhythm that is just as spectacular. Our bodies completely in sync. I love it.
Quickly, I pull myself up on that random thought. What am I thinking? This is just meant to be a bit of fun for both of us. There are no serious feelings involved here. There can’t be.
Katie lifts her head, looking me straight in the eye. “What’s wrong? You suddenly pulled away.”
Shit! I didn’t even realize I had. “Nothing. Just a twinge in my leg.”
“Oh my God,” she exclaims, crawling off my hips and removing me from her heat. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I forgot all about being careful.” She looks so cute with the flush on her cheeks and her fingers tugging at her bottom lip. Guilt hits me like a punch. She wasn’t hurting me at all. It was just a stupid, readily available excuse.
I reach up and tuck a stray lock of dark, wet hair behind her ear. “Katie, you didn’t hurt me. Really, it was just a muscle twinge. It happens all the time.” At least these words are true. “But since you’re up, I guess we better get out. You need to be going if you don’t want to be driving back to London in the dark.”
She frowns at the reminder. I would have liked her to stay the night, but I guess it’s for the best she goes. Sex with Katie is intense, mind-blowing, and should be taken in small doses, or feelings may develop. Something neither of us wants.
We dry off, then walk naked into the bedroom to change. Ignoring my own clothes, I watch, mesmerized, as Katie bends to step one foot, then the next, into her lace panties. I shouldn’t enjoy seeing her put clothes on, but when her bare butt is right there in front of me, it’s very tempting to grab a hold of her hips and bury my cock deep inside her again.
I clear my throat. She straightens before glancing over her shoulder. A cheeky smile tips up her lips. She knows I was checking her out.
I give her a wink, then start to dress too. “I guess it’s back to us emailing again when you return to London.”
It’s the first time any mention has been made of what comes next. It’s like I’ve just dropped a bombshell; the silence is deafening.
She turns to face me, her brows wrinkled in a frown. “I think we’ve moved beyond just emailing. Don’t you?” I watch as she slips the straps of her bra on and reaches around to her back to do it up. The action pushes her breasts forward, and I want to fondle them again, but my chance to do that has passed.
I shrug. “Aye, we do have a sexual chemistry that could blow up a laboratory if someone tried to bottle it.” This is my attempt at lightening the mood, but it’s fallen flat, given the death stare Katie is directing my way.
Honestly, I’ve no idea what she wants from me. I’m still barely able to walk and driving is still weeks away, so going to London is out of the question. Besides, I have a book to write and a deadline to meet if I don’t want to be in breach of the contract I only just signed.
I watch her slip her arms into the sleeves of her silk shirt, not knowing how to put what I’m feeling into words. It’s stupid really, that I can’t find the right words when I need them the most.
Finally, I split the silence. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that it’s best if we go back to business. I’ve got this book to write, and you have a publishing empire to run.” She finishes tucking her shirt into her black trousers, then, putting one hand on her hip, she stares at me.
It’s awkward standing before her in only my boxer shorts. This could have waited until we were both dressed.
“Well, that’s clear then. You fucked me, and now we’re done. This is my cue to leave.” She brushes past me on her way out of the room. Shit, she must be angry to be swearing. I’ve no idea what I just said that caused her to explode like that. I’m just trying to be realistic.
“Katie …”
“What?” she asks sternly, stopping at the doorway.
“I was trying to say that it’s best we don’t make any promises. Now is not the right time for us. I need to focus on healing physically and getting this book finished. I can’t let distractions get in my way.”
Her laser focus is nailing me to the spot. “Great. So I’m just a distraction. Wow, that’s harsh … but good to know before we go any further here. Drew, I didn’t ask for promises. I just expect a little respect rather than feeling like … I’m being kicked out now that you got what you wanted.” I reach for her hand, but she spins out of my reach and leaves me staring after her departing figure. I guess I fucked that up.
It takes me about ten minutes to dress in sweats and a T-shirt, the frustration at not being able to do it quicker turning my mood even more sour. She’s gone, and I literally can’t fucking stop her.
I grab my crutches beside the bed and hobble out of my bedroom. My shoulder bumps hard into the wall when I find Katie sitting stiffly on a stool at the kitchen counter. She has one shapely leg crossed on top of the other, and her foot swings in the air, a lethal looking black heel hanging from it, ready to inflict damage. From the way she’s staring at me, that could be what she is planning.
I thought she had gone back to London without saying goodbye. Relief has me slumping over the crutches as I lean on them heavily.
“Katie, I’m sorry. What I wanted to say came out all wrong.”
