Page 116 of The Renegade Billionaire
“What? Of course not. This is just… It’s…”
“Worth it, and it’s nothing less than you deserve.”
“But this is over the top, Braxton. Please tell me you know I don’t need all of this. I would’ve been happy with pub food over at the Firefly.”
He walks in a circle around me, then wraps his arms around my shoulders and steps into my space, plastering my back to his front—it’s my favorite place to be.
“That’s exactly why I did it. You didn’t expect anything from me, yet you give so much every day.”
“Braxton.” I attempt to pull away, but he holds me tighter. Just tight enough that I know he wants me to stay, but not so tight I couldn’t get away if I wanted to. “I don’t believe in tit for tat. If you did this because you felt you owed it, or Pops somehow guilted you into it…”
His entire body stiffens behind me, and I have my answer.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I allow my lashes to fall. “Pops talked you into this, didn’t he?”
I’m expecting him to rush an explanation, to say it’s not what it sounds like. What I’m not expecting are his lips on my neck, so when it happens, an indelicate moan slips through mine.
His tongue sneaks out to taste me, and my whole body sings for him. All the wants I never dared speak. All the needs that were never met. All the times I prayed that someone would just see me.
He’s every desire I’ve never allowed.
I didn’t think I deserved it.
But when he gently bites down on the tendon in the side of my neck, my knees buckle.
His arm bands around my waist, holding me up and pressing me more firmly into him, and another wanton moan crawls up my throat. His penis is hard, and it throbs through the fabric of our clothing.
If my butt were any form of actual measurement, I’d say he’s big—really big, and so dang thick.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman here, sunshine. So if you have any doubt that I want to be anywhere other than here with you, think again. I wake up craving your voice. I go to bed replaying every single interaction I was lucky enough to have with you.”
“But that doesn’t mean you want?—”
“What I want is you. All of you. Your mind, your heart, everything.”
My hips roll, pressing me against his groin. My self-awareness has taken a dive off the deep end and has no intention of returning.
“Do you know I dream about being inside your tight little pussy every night while you sleep one wall away from me?”
“Oh, God.”
Harry is my only other sexual partner, and he only ever grunted while rutting into me. This is…this is some next-level intimacy I’ve only ever read about.
“Pops didn’t make any of this happen. I did because I wanted to. I want to be here, with you. I want you, just as you are.” He steps forward, pushing my right leg to move with his because he doesn’t release me. I’m a rag doll moving at his whim, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
“Tell me, sunshine.” He walks us around the table to the sofa, somehow turning on the fireplace as we go by. “Do you ever just…let go?”
An open-mouth kiss lands on that spot between my neck and shoulder, eliciting a rush of goosebumps to erupt down my arms.
Oh, crap. What was his question?
“Or hand over the reins?”
Right, letting go. Well, right now, I’m not having any trouble letting go of my words.
His teeth nip my earlobe as my shins touch the sofa.
“Do you ever let anyone take care of you?” His words are murmured against my skin. The heat of his breath, mingling with the damp trail his tongue leaves, is turning my insides to jelly.
