Page 8 of Firefighter Billionaire
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Kaiden
I crackopen a beer and collapse into the soft leather armchair. It’s been a long day. Willa and I spent hours at the police station. My entire apartment is a crime scene. Now we’re staying at a five-star hotel.
I look at my hands and it’s hard to believe I killed three people today. The image of their bodies will forever be burned into my memory. But I don’t feel bad. Not for them. They were going to kill me. They were going to hurt Willa.
I’d do anything to keep her safe.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Willa says.
I almost jump out of my seat. She was in the shower. I guess I didn’t hear the water stop.
“I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”
She sits on my lap. We kiss. All my muscles relax the moment our tongues touch.
I slip my hand under her Terry robe. She’s not wearing anything underneath. Her skin is smooth and soft to the touch. She’s a little bit cool, a little bit damp. My cock throbs with desire as she holds my face and our mouths press against each other.
“I’m sorry about your apartment,” she says.
“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.” I kiss her gently on the side of the mouth. She tilts her head back. Her robe opens slightly and I get my first glimpse of her naked breasts. “All I care about is you.”
She’s almost too good to be true.
Full figured. Curvy. Big in all the right places. I can’t wait to fuck her brains out.
“I’m sorry about outing you, too,” she says. Her voice is deep and throaty. Like music to my ears.
“It’s okay.” I kiss her neck. She tastes and smells like expensive shampoo. I wonder if her pussy is the same. “I’m actually kind of glad everyone knows my secret now. I didn’t like lying to them.”
“So,” she says, “why did you? Why did you pretend to be some normal guy?”
My fingers glide through her soft chestnut hair. Her lips are full and pink. They’re going to look good clamped around my cock.
“Because people treat you different when they find out you’re rich. I just wanted to get away from the world. I didn’t want to be me. I wanted to be anonymous. Unknown. I didn’t want to be the center of attention. The person everyone’s talking about behind my back. People look at you differently when they find out you have tons of money. You’ll learn that soon enough.”
“But I’m not rich,” she says. “I barely have a dollar to my name.”
“You will be,” I tell her, “when you marry me.”
She bites her bottom lip. Her hand gently strokes the back of my neck. “You’re serious, aren’t you? We only just met, how can you be so sure?”
I slip my fingers between her legs. Her pussy is wet and silky. The small patch of hair above her entrance only serves to make me harder.
“I was sure the moment I saw you, Willa.” I start rubbing circles over her clit. She moans my name loudly. “And I know you’ve been through a lot recently. And you’re probably going to have a hard time trusting another man any time soon. But I want you to know, I’m different. I’ll wait as long as it takes until you’re ready. Until I’ve proven myself to be the kind of man you want to live with for the rest of your life. The kind of man you want to settle down with. The kind of man you want to build a family with.”
Her nails dig into my shoulder. When we kiss, her teeth sink into my lip, almost drawing blood.
“I know,” she says.
Her climax is close. I can feel it by the way she bucks against my hand. The way her breathing is fast and shallow and the beautiful red patches that bloom on her cheeks.
“When Terry pointed that gun at me,” she groans, “I saw it.”
I bury my fingers deep inside her cunt. I hold them there, feeling her insides throb against my skin. Then I move in and out of her. At first, slowly. Speeding up more and more with each passing second until her back is arched and her toes are curled and she’s shouting, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
Afterward, I carry her to the bed. Her eyes are heavy. There’s a huge, content smile on her face. I want to take a picture of her and keep it in my wallet for as long as I live.
