Page 20 of The Billionaire's Romance

“What does the Hamilton’s business manufacture?” She understood that manufacturing businesses were the ones that I was interested in acquiring. It was what we did at Winters, Inc.

“Canoes, kayaks…that sort of thing.”

“Hmm, and that’s a lucrative business?” She took off her coat and just the sight of her in that Chanel suit made my heart race. I took a step closer to her and said,

“I really, really don’t want to talk about business right now.” She smiled and we stepped towards each other at the same time. Our lips collided and she made a sound, just a tiny hint of a moan but it went straight to my loins. Her warm and willing mouth opened against mine and once again remembering how close I came to not being able to do this again, I kissed her like I’d never kissed her before. My hands ran down her sides and across the curve of her hips. The soft fabric felt good her body underneath felt better. Her body was warm and my body was reacting instantaneously.

I slid my hand up to the side of her neck and let my finger trace the line of her jaw softly as I pulled back and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. I felt suddenly overwhelmed and I said,

“Thank you for giving me another chance.” My voice was calm and controlled, but my insides were a mess. She had made a quivering mess of me and I loved it.

She smiled and said, “Thank you for sharing so much of you with me.”

I cupped her face in my hands and said, “I want to show it all to you.”

She laughed, “Did you mean that in an exhibitionist sense of the word?”

I cracked up and said, “Baby if you want to take it that way I’m ready for that too.”

I pulled her back up against me and she gripped around my neck fiercely, bringing her lips back up to mine. We walked backwards to the bedroom as our lips wrangled and my body burned for her. When we got to the bedroom, I pushed her down on the bed and as I did I heard a growl escape from my throat that I didn’t even know was there. I buried my face in her neck and I nipped at the skin below her ear. She squealed and wiggled underneath me. That only encouraged me to do it more.

My lips came down on hers hard and I drove my tongue between her lips. I was desperate to taste her, to have her essence in my mouth. When we broke the kiss, her cheeks were flushed and her breaths were coming in deep gulps and gasps. Her eyes were shining and the whole picture made me want to devour her, to take her over and over again. She arched her body up against mine and I dipped my head down to graze her neck with my teeth. She moaned and I had to have her right then. I started pulling at the buttons of the expensive designer suit she was wearing and that was when she stopped me.

“Don’t tear it,” she said. I laughed and said,

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“I don’t want a new one,” she said, “This one already has a piece of our history in it.” Sexually frustrated I growled again, but I got off of her long enough to let her unbutton the blouse and skirt fold them neatly. Once she was in her bra and panties…it was on. I threw her back down on the bed, stripped off my own clothes and took what I wanted so desperately. Judging from her gasps and moans, I like to believe that I also gave her what she needed.

ROBYN

I never experienced the kind of passion that Aaron and I shared the night he took me out to dinner and the opera. It was a night that I would remember and cherish forever. We had crossed some kind of threshold and I was certain now that the only way for us to move would be forward. The true test, I thought, was going to be what things were like the following Monday when we both returned back to work. I needn’t have worried however, because when I walked into my office I was first greeted by the heady fragrance of fresh flowers, and then the sight of the largest, most beautiful bouquet of flowers in a designer vase sitting on my desk. I stood there gaping at them when I suddenly felt someone at my back, looking over my shoulder. I turned to see not just one, but two of my co-workers gaping as well. I think one of the girls was actually salivating.

“Who are they from Robyn?” one of the girls asked.

“Yes, you’ve been holding out on us,” the other one said.

I started to say something, I’m really not even sure what, when I looked one direction and saw Gary coming up the hall and then the other, to see Aaron getting off the elevator. He made direct eye-contact with me and grinned. My two curious co-workers looked like they were considering making their escape but Aaron slipped up on them too quickly. They both quickly muttered a,

“Hello Mr. Winters.”

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