Page 36 of Falling for the Hot Billionaire

Tyrell got down on his knee, right there in front of my old/new house. I could feel my hand shaking. I knew it was coming, but to actually see him do it was too much. My hand went over my face, and I couldn’t look at him. Was he really asking me to marry him?

“You really want to do this after all this time? Don't you think we should get reacquainted again?” I couldn’t believe it was happening and I told him to get up. We needed to talk. He couldn’t just come in here and sweep me off my feet like that. It wasn’t right and I wasn’t going to let him do it.

I hesitated too long, and he finally asked me what my answer was. I wished it was that easy, but it wasn’t. I wanted to marry him. It just felt like I shouldn't make it so easy. Let him sweat a little bit, as I had been since I left.

“Come on, Justine. Are you really not going to give me an answer?”

As much as I wanted to make him wait a little bit longer, I didn't have it in me. I told him that I would marry him and seconds later, he was picking me up and twirling me around. I was quite a bit bigger than before and I felt awkward in his strong arms, even though I knew he wasn't going to drop me.

I slid down his body and I could feel every inch I missed so much. I was shaking by the time I got to the ground. He started to kiss me a little deeper when my feet hit the ground and it was a sort of kiss that stirred my soul. I think that's what he was going for, changing me from the inside out, because that's exactly what he had done. I didn't know if I was ever going to be the same again and I didn't think I wanted to be. Tyrell was making me a wife, a mother, a woman.

“You were the first man that I was with, and I want you to be the only one and the last.”

“Do you know what I have missed?” Tyrell asked with that devilish dimple in his cheek.

I rolled my eyes at him jokingly. I knew exactly what he was getting at, and I couldn't say that I wasn't right there with him. It had been a long time. There was no sense in fighting it and there was no sense in putting it off any longer or making either one of us wait. I asked Tyrell which house he wanted to go to, and he shrugged. I think he would have taken me anywhere, as long as I gave the go-ahead.

Tyrell pulled me into his arms and lifted me up and carried me to his bed. I should have known that he was going to want the home-court advantage. It was where it had all started after all.

“The house is really sweet and all, but what am I going to do with it now?”

He shrugged. “Who says that we have to have only one house?”

I just shook my head; this was going to take some getting used to. “It took half my life to get the one. I can't imagine having more than one.”

“As soon as you marry me, you'll have about 20.”

“What about the prenup? I hear that those are important for men like you.”

“Not this time around. I'm all in, Justine.”

I don't know why that affected me more than anything else did. For Tyrell, a billionaire that had been married and divorced twice, the lack of that document made it feel like he trusted me. It just made me want him more and when his lips crashed down on mine again, I quickly felt the soft mattress underneath me and knew that this was where I was supposed to be, with the man I was supposed to be with.

26

Tyrell

As soon as I saw Justine at the courthouse, I knew that she was going to be mine by the end of the day. For once, I was right and with her underneath me, it was just as it should be. Her eyes were glazed over as I pulled back from a kiss and there was nothing that I wanted to see more.

“I’m starting to think that this is all just another ploy to get your way.”

I scoffed. “What is?”

“The proposal.”

Sighing, I pulled her in tighter, where we were breathing as one. “It’s no ploy, Justine. I am in love with you, and I couldn’t help it if I wanted to.”

She smiled at me, looking away, and I knew that she felt the same way. I wasn’t the only one that was trying their best to fan the flames. Justine was as ready as me. I could see it in her eyes, and that was probably why she was trying to hide them from me. She knew exactly what they said.

“How can I trust you, that you won’t go behind the scenes and try to pull my strings like some marionette?”

I touched the back of her neck and then ran my finger along the back of her shoulders. I felt her shiver and I went along the front side of her, nice and high. Another trembling moment and I was sure that she felt it like I did, way down deep.

“I don’t see any strings.”

I kissed where I had been touching and Justine let me go slow this time, taking her clothes off at my leisure. She stood there and let me touch her, trailing my fingers along her body, going lower as more was revealed. Justine was just as beautiful as I remembered, maybe even more so now. Her stomach was swelled slightly, and her breasts had gotten bigger, evening it out somehow. She looked womanlier, her body testament to our love together.

“You are so beautiful.”

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