Page 54 of The Billionaire and His Forever

“Abbie?” Graham calls out, closing the door behind him. His voice is so gentle, so concerned, that I can’t help feeling comforted before I’ve even seen his face.

I get off the couch and pad over to him in my stolen loungewear, smiling guiltily as he gives me a once-over. “I, um, borrowed a few things out of your dresser.”

“I’m glad. Those sweats look much sexier on you,” he says.

He pulls me in for a kiss, and I immediately wish I wasn’t standing here with a greasy ponytail and no makeup and a men’s large T-shirt and sweatpants combo.

“Give me ten minutes. I need to jump in the shower real quick,” I tell him.

But I don’t even need ten whole minutes to get ready, because all I have in the guest room en suite is a toothbrush, some tinted moisturizer I left here last time, and a tube of Jude’s pink lemonade flavored lip balm. It’ll have to do.

As soon as I go back to the living room, wrapped in the thick cotton guest room bathrobe with my hair still damp, Graham pulls me into a tight embrace. I lean into him hard, letting his heat radiate through me, drinking in the touch and scent and feel of him.

“It’s been too many days since I’ve seen you,” he murmurs against my ear. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been so busy with the PI and the lawyers and trying to get all of this figured out—”

“I know. Don’t be sorry,” I say, squeezing him harder.

Graham slides the robe off my shoulder and leaves a trail of hot kisses there, gently guiding me backwards down the hallway to his bedroom, fumbling for his belt as we go.

“I hate being away from you, love.” His voice drops into something throaty and the warmth between my legs begins to radiate upward. “It’s destroying me.”

“Me, too.” The words tumble out as he places more kisses around my neck and throat.

“We’re going to get you home again soon,” he promises. He kicks the door shut behind him and then unties my robe, pulling it open. “And then I’ll never let you go.”

He drops my robe to the floor and I stand before him naked, shivering as beads of water from my hair roll down my chest, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body. His eyes take me in slowly, until, with a hiss of lust, he lifts me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock raging in his pants as he carries me over to the bed. After he throws me onto the mattress, he climbs over me, his greedy mouth finding my nipples.

“Fuck,” I groan as he sucks on me, digging my hands into his hair.

Graham dips a hand between my legs and fingers me open, his thumb stroking long ellipticals from my clit to my opening. I’m already wet and hungry for him. He’s still fully dressed, but I can’t wait one more second. Wrapping my hand around his, I hold him steady and start grinding against his thumb. Still tugging my nipples with his teeth, Graham adjusts his fingers so there are two of them inside me, his thumb moving up to cover my clit.

I cry out as I fuck his fingers, harder and harder, needing this orgasm to wash me clean. When I beg for more he adds a third finger, and I roll us both over on the bed so that I’m on top of him, dragging my pussy back and forth over his plunging fingers, rocking so hard that my breasts sway back and forth over his open mouth, his tongue darting out to lave them.

Seconds later I’m coming, so fast I barely have a chance to feel it, the shockwaves hitting me hard but dissipating quickly. It’s not enough, not by far. I need more.

Moving onto my knees beside him, I start tugging at the buttons of his shirt. I’m frantic, still keyed up, still breathing hard. One of his buttons goes flying across the room, and he lets out a quiet laugh, gently taking my hand in his.

“You can slow down, love,” he says. “I’m not going anywhere.”

His voice is so soothing, so full of love, that I can’t even handle it. My eyes fill with tears and I curl up next to him and start to cry, my fingers twining in his shirt. Graham pulls me into his arms and repositions us back against the headboard, rocking me slowly as I weep. The whole time, he strokes my back, telling me it’s going to be okay. That we are going to be okay.

By the time I get myself back under control, my whole face is a wet, soggy mess.

“I think I need another shower,” I tell him.

“Alone? Or would you like some company?”

“I’d love some company. I just need a minute first.”

After I get a little alone time, Graham joins me under the hot spray of the dual showerheads, and we take turns slowly soaping each other down. This is nothing like the fast, frantic shower I had earlier. There’s no rush, no panic. I inhale the steam deeply, my stress and anxiety almost seeming to wash right off, right down the drain, along with the grapefruit-scented bubbles and the soothing warm water.

Soon we’re kissing again, squeezing each other’s slick, naked bodies, whispering endless I love yous. I have his cock in my hand and I’m stroking him firmly, ready to drop to my knees and take him in my mouth, when he lifts my chin and gazes into my eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to try something,” he says. “If you’re ready.”

His voice reverberates down my spine, and his other hand slips down the curve of my ass, his finger sliding up between my cheeks ever so slowly before it comes to a stop over my asshole. He gives it a light press, and I shiver at the contact.

“Oh,” I say, my voice trembling a little.

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