Page 70 of Billionaire Romantic
Like you’ve sprouted wings.
Like your entire being is one big pulsing heartbeat that’s perfectly in sync with the pumping twin heartbeat of the brand new love of your life.
Like you’ll never be alone again because your body will always remember what it feels like to be made love to in the most sincere, ravenous and soul-touching way.
It’s a lot. And it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had by a magnitude of around a quadrillion.
After Noah made me come three times in the kitchen, he asked me again to initial the contract he wrote and I did. He took a photo of it and emailed it to his lawyers, and then sent them a few other emails.
Then he carried me up my little staircase and has made me come a total of twelve more times. I counted.
I never knew I could evengetinto the positions he gets me into. All I know is that the man is a beast who hands out life-changing climaxes like Santa hands out presents. And I’ve just had four dedicated hours of Christmas morning.
Wrapped in Noah’s arms, my limbs feel both heavy and light. I’m so sated I might be floating on a bed of clouds.
After a while he gets up and runs the shower. Then he carries me into it and he lifts me, leans me up against the Italian Celeste tiles and makes love to me again. I have tears in my eyes I come so hard. I’m very sore. I have bruises from his fingers and his mouth. My thighs are streaked with his overflowing cum.
“Hey.” Noah sets me down on my feet carefully, tipping my chin up with two fingers so I’m gazing up at him. “I’m sorry. I’mpushing you too hard. I’m just so fucking hot for you, baby. You drive me crazy. I’ll slow down.”
“It’s okay, Noah. I wanted you to. I needed you. Every single time.”
It’s true. I’m addicted to him. Not just how good he feels but the way he banishes all the fears. All the loneliness. When he’s inside me, they’regone. Just,poof. They’re outside somewhere and they can’t get in. Because my body, my heart and my soul are so full ofhimand what he gives me. The lust and the pleasure. The spilling, gushing warmth. The fun and the laughter. The searing intimacy and the obsessive connection.
There’s simply no room for anything else.
He kisses me softly and washes me like I’m breakable. Then he turns off the shower and dries me, carrying me into my bedroom. “I’m taking you back to my place. We’re going to meet with my lawyer and go through the details.”
I’ve forgiven him, if there was anything to forgive. Either way, I think he might be about to far more than make up for it, if he’s true to his word. And he’s a Noah—he’stheNoah—so I’m guessing his word is as good as it gets.
I know now that he has a gruff side. His grizzly bear. But when we’re alone, all I get is sex god teddy bear with a sweet-and-filthy mouth. When his grizzly shows its face, like now, it reminds me of the Real World, the one we’re about to go back into.
Honestly, I’m kind of tired. “There’s no rush.”
“We’ll have some dinner and we can stay there tonight. If you want to.”
I touch his face, brushing my fingers against the stubble on his square jaw, so familiar to me now. I kiss his mouth because it’s heartbreakingly perfect.
It’s all very overwhelming to think about, the whirlwind of the past four days. So much has happened, it’s hard to chew on the enormity of any one thing, let alone all of it.
I could refuse. Part of me wants to. To sleep for a solid twelve hours, work through some of this stuff rationally and regroup in the morning. But a much more fervent part of me wants to believe him and trust him and be with him for the rest of time. Because I’m starting to suspect that I’d letmyentire empire—the existential one and the emotional one as well as the business one—burn to the ground just to keep him.
“Lucky?” He lets me kiss him. Then he holds my face and gazes into my eyes. “Please come with me. I’ll bring you home later if you want me to. I’ll take such good care of you. Say yes.”
It’s scary as hell to fall this hard and this fast. But it feels so good it’s impossible to slow it down or to resist it. So I let my heart lead me. “Okay.”
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I packan overnight bag just in case I stay at Noah’s, even though I’ll probably come home later. The weekend and the day are catching up with me.
I don’t allow myself to think about tomorrow. I’ll be going back to work to either find a new investor or buyer and/or to start looking into filing for bankruptcy—or I won’t.
As for the…magical baby…it’s still Monday. I can still google it. I can still figure it out. I make a point of fully tuning out L. Emerson’s internal tirade that’s trumpeting through my subconscious:Have you completely and totally lost your mind????And also the Earth Mother/sex goddess team, who are clutching at hope and doing high fives.No need for that trip to Ireland after all!!
Noah’s business offer still doesn’t seem real. I take a deep breath, putting it—along with the long list of other things I’ll worry about later—out of my mind as we make our way onto the street, his arm firmly around me and his hand holding mine.
There’s a fancy-looking but understated car waiting in front of my building. As soon as the driver sees Noah, he opens the back door for us.
Noah helps me get in. I slide along the back seat and he gets in next to me. The scene reminds me of our taxi ride earlier this morning. We had a fight. Then we sort of made up. Then he made an insane offer to buy my company. Then we had outrageously passionate make-up sex that changed the entire alchemy of my soul, like we’re now irrevocably bonded in a way that can’t be undone.
