Page 69 of Billionaire Romantic
“Leave.Always wake me up.”
Always. Like we’ll have a thousand more mornings.
I suddenly crave those thousand mornings with my whole entire heart.
His fingers slide over my—yes, saturated, because this man has an effect on me I can’t control—panties, easing the stretchy lace to the side.
I think about trying to stop him. Ishouldstop him. We haven’t resolved any of this.
But then his fingers glide over my clit and I forget why I’m mad at him.
I reach for him like some internal motherboard is in control of my actions, rubbing my palm over the front of his pants.Jesus, he wasn’t kidding about his hard-on.It’s only been a few hours but it shocks me all over again how freaking huge he is.
Noah releases himself, kissing me as I grip his hot, thick,giganticcock.
We’re both breathing hard, sort of frantic to taste andfeeleach other, like we’ve both been suffering from withdrawal and need our fix.
Noah guides his cock to my slick pussy, barely pushing into me. I moan into his mouth because nothing has ever felt so good as Noah Steel—or Maddox—whoever the hell he is, he feels likemine.
He doesn’t pull back, but he slows down, holding my face to murmur, “So are you going to accept Blue Sky’s offer?”
I arch toward him, gripping him, squirming to take more of him. “You couldn’t have been a little more creative with the name? Like, maybe Azure Blue Sky Enterprises? Or Periwinkle Blue Sky Enterprises? Maybe you’re the one who needs a consultant.”
“I’ll change the name to whatever the fuck you want it to be if you’ll just say yes to me. All you have to do is initial it and I’ll get my lawyers to draft it up for our final signatures.”
He pushes deeper into me and the stretching burn makes me gasp. “You really havefifty million dollarssitting around burning a hole in your pocket?”
“I know you’re obsessed with what’s in my pocket, Irish.” He thrusts all the way in and I moan.
Oh god, I’m about to come.AndI can’t help it. “Is that fifty million dollars in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
We both laugh and the movement rubs against a perfect trigger deep, deep inside me. If he would just do thatonemore time…
I’m writhing on his big cock as he holds me still, like he’s prolonging this. He knows I’m on the brink. He’s making me wait for it. “And to answer your question, yes. I want to invest in you. In us. I’ll spend every penny I have to make you happy, Lucky Irish. I’d let my entire empire crumble to the ground to have you. I know it’s fast, I fucking know that. But Iloveyou. I love you.”
I love you too.Even though it’s much too soon and this is happening at lightning speed and I haven’t spoken those words since I was three years old. “You can always move to Ireland with me and we can sleep on a futon if we have to.” I cry out as his unbelievably thick cock fucks me hard and deep. “This isn’t helping me google my question about missing all those pills, Steel,” I breathe. “I’m still calling you Steel, by the way. Because a certain part of you feels like a hot, newly-forged pillar of it.”
“You mean this one?” He grips my hips and pulls out a little before driving even deeper. He’ssodeep, I get that sense again of being completely possessed by him—that addictive one, where I want him there with all my heart, stuffing me so full of his starry pleasure and his skewering beauty. Changing my life.
“Oh, Noah. Oh god.”
“Say yes, little Irish. Stop taking your pills. Accept my offer. Come home with me tonight. Move in with me. Have my magical babies. Say yes.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
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We endup spending the entire afternoon in my bed.
My bedroom suite is up a small set of stairs in its own nook with two large French-style windows, one in the bedroom and one in my bathroom. Both of them open outward and there’s a tall tree with leaves that frame the quirky little water tower on the building next door. So if you ignore the noise of the honking cars down below, you can pretend to be somewhere out in the breezy French countryside instead of right here in the middle of New York City.
My European Summer walls and my decorating choices only enhance the vibe.
It’s romantic.
It’s even more romantic with a big, warm, well-hung, hair-dusted, sweet-talking and extremely virile sex addict in my bed. The man has crazy stamina and there’snothinghe won’t do, I’m learning. Turns out there’s nothingIwon’t do either. I’m new at this so he’s careful with me when it becomes too much, but no less thorough. We can’t seem to get close enough, or high enough.
If there was nothing else to this, I think I’d still be in love with him just because of all those orgasms. They change you. They make you feel like you have no choice but to fully realize yourself, when all along you doubted you would.
