Page 18 of The Billionaire and His Forever

I lean over her chest, and she starts to suck my neck as I continue spearing into her steadily, not missing a beat. The bouncing of the mattress works in my favor. As I increase my pace, Abbie tightens her legs, locking her ankles together at my back, pulling me even closer.

“Yes,” she whispers in my ear. “Yes, yes, yes.”

She hugs me tight, lifting her hips to match each of my thrusts. She’s so wet, her cries becoming more wild, more feral, and soon it feels like she’s letting her pussy take control of her body. My balls tighten, and I sweat with exertion. But I won’t stop until she gets her fill. And God, I can tell she’s close again. So close. Moaning my name like a mantra, teeth on my earlobe, fingernails digging into my back, urging me to go faster. Maybe I can sense that she’s about to come before she does, because the orgasm seems to take her by surprise.

Cupping her face in my hands, I cover her mouth with mine, and we kiss as she rides out her climax. I groan in encouragement as she writhes under me, pussy contracting so hard around my cock that I know I won’t last much longer myself.

“I’m about to come,” I tell her.

We search each other’s eyes, a question in mine, both of us knowing what I’m asking.

“Stay inside me,” she whispers.

That’s all I need to hear. I throw my head back and let loose a growl, fucking her like she’s my life source. All the while, I allow myself to be as loud as I like. I’ve spent days in lockup. Tonight I will be as loud as I please, and I very much please.

Abbie matches my moans, so loud I think she’s coming again, but before I can ask I’m exploding into her, filling her with everything that’s been pent up inside. The climax rolls over me in waves, getting me so high so fast that my eyes water as I watch her through my orgasm. As we gaze at each other, gasping for air, a warm feeling takes hold. It’s somehow more than lust, more than love.

Afterward, we get comfortable on the bed and remain locked there in each other’s arms for what feels like hours, saying everything we haven’t been able to say since I was taken away.

“I was so scared you’d never come back.”

“Nothing could ever keep me from you and Jude,” I reassure her, kissing the top of her head. “Especially not a bunch of baseless accusations and false imprisonment. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

She laughs, but it’s humorless. “How can you say that? You’re the one who went through hell.” She swallows so hard I can feel it. “God. I just…don’t know what we’d do without you.”

“And I you,” I tell her. “Your love kept me sane.”

Abbie kisses me, and then looks up with a teasing grin. “You’re telling me you think you’re sane? I don’t know. I’ve had my doubts.”

I have to smile back. Sometimes the only way to process the most difficult challenges in one’s life—death, divorce, separation from loved ones, being arrested and subsequent jail time, dubious mental health—is with humor. Even if it’s the darkest kind of humor. I know that Abbie understands this. It’s just one more reason why I can’t imagine my life without her by my side.

“I’m so grateful for you,” I tell her quietly. “And your father. He came to see me at the precinct and handled everything I asked him to, assisted my legal team ‘round the clock to make sure they could secure my release. Thank God I had the foresight to authorize you on my account. If I’d been away any longer—”

Abbie cuts me off with a kiss. “Shh,” she whispers. “Let’s not think about it.”

“You’re right. It’s over. Let’s put it behind us.” I pull her to me even more tightly. “We have nothing to worry about now. Nothing to hide.”

Abbie goes still for a moment, and then says, “Nothing except us.”

I tilt her chin and kiss her deeply, pouring my apology out through the kiss. “Only for now, my love. I promise you that.”

It’s a promise I intend to keep.

Chapter Eight

Abbie

I stretch in bed,snuggling closer to Graham and sighing as he runs his hand down my naked back.

“Can we just stay like this all day?” I mumble groggily.

“I wish, love. But Jude will be up soon, and I’ve got to see what my email inbox looks like. The past few days have undoubtedly wreaked havoc on the business.”

“Boo. But I get it.”

He squeezes me tighter and drops a kiss on my temple before easing himself out of my arms and sliding off the bed. I enjoy the view of his ass as he makes his way to the bathroom.

“I’d better head back to my room,” I tell him, picking my rumpled clothes up off the floor and tugging them on hurriedly. “Need to get showered and dressed before someone sees me looking like I spent all night getting fucked by the master of the house. See you at breakfast?”

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