Page 69 of The Billionaire and His Forever

I look him in the eye, and what I see there helps me decide.

When he holds out his hand this time, I take it.

Chapter Thirty

Abbie

When we pullup to the estate, Graham insists he’s going to carry me over the threshold.

I let him.

After he deposits my bags inside, he comes back out to scoop me up in his strong grip, and I sigh happily as I twine my arms around his neck.

“Welcome home,” he whispers as we enter the foyer, and I shiver at the brush of his lips against my ear.

“I’m never leaving,” I say. “Well. At least not until I have to go back to Cornell.”

“I’ll be right behind you,” he says.

He kisses me as he sets me down, and my heart feels like it’s taking flight. Between picking up my things from Amanda’s house and then driving up from Connecticut, it’s gotten very late—on top of which, I’m exhausted from the emotional roller coaster of the day—but the second my feet touch the cool marble floor again, it’s like I’m reinvigorated. I bet I could run a marathon right now. The way Graham runs his hands up the backs of my thighs, however, gives me other ideas. Ideas that have nothing to do with running.

“I think I need to be welcomed home properly now,” I inform him slyly, trailing my finger slowly down his bicep.

“Oh, I agree. And you’ll need a proper apology from me as well.” His words are light, but his tone is pure sex.

Heat spreads through me like wildfire. “I might have some ideas about that.”

“I can’t wait to hear them.”

With a low growl, he picks me up again, his palms cupping my ass. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on tight, kissing his neck greedily as we head up the stairs. The whole house is quiet and dark, with everyone asleep, and I feel almost like I’ve stepped into a dream.

We enter the bedroom, Graham kicking the door shut behind us, and I feel all my stress melt away as the softness of his lips against mine reignites the passion in my heart. When he sets me on the bed, our clothes come off in a frenzy of impatient tugging and unbuttoning and kissing and laughing, and then he finally lays me out reverently before him.

Then he goes to his dresser drawer and takes something out, bringing it over to me with a crease between his brows.

“My love,” he murmurs, dropping to one knee beside the bed.“This is yours. For always.”

I see what he’s holding out to me—my engagement ring. And a solid gold band to go with it- the wedding band he never had a chance to give me on our wedding day. I nod, blinking back tears, and he slides the rings onto my finger. My heart skips a beat as I look down at them, gleaming in the light. They’re a perfect fit. They feel right.

Graham stands and climbs over me on the bed, his body deliciously warm against mine, and kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin. Goosebumps race over my skin as he moves lower, over my neck, my collarbone, my chest. Each kiss sets me on fire.

“My love. My divinity.”

His tongue circles my areolas, and then he’s gently sucking and pulling on my nipples, stealing my breath as my back arches and my fingers dig into his scalp. He alternates between my breasts until I’m moaning and twisting beneath him. Then he kisses lower, my belly, my hip bones, until he’s between my legs, placing soft kisses on my inner thighs. It’s driving me crazy, the sweet press of his lips, his tongue, his hair tickling the most sensitive skin on my body.

“My everything,” he groans.

And then his tongue finally, blessedly, touches my clit and the world alights into a million colors.

The flat of his tongue laps me open, tracing a line up my slit, ending with another soft nibble on my clit. He repeats the cycle several more times, leaving me breathless and twisted, only to press my hips back down with a firm hand and continue with renewed vigor. When he slips a finger inside me, plunging deep, the world cracks wide open. I can’t stop saying his name.

It’s fucking beautiful.

“Do this forever,” I moan. “Forever.”

“I’ll never stop,” Graham solemnly vows, voice muffled as his tongue performs tricks that I barely remember from before.

When I come, I swear I see the ends of the universe. He licks me slowly, thoughtfully, like a man savoring his last meal, and I laugh as I come down from the heights he just took me to. Frissons of pleasure run from my head to my toes, warm satisfaction washing over me, but I want more. So much more.

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