Page 74 of Secret Baby for Mr. Grump

“It’s kind of a long story, but essentially, I worked my way up the ranks, and the owner left it to me after he died. It was only worth a million at that point. Now it’s worth about ten billion dollars.”

“But that would mean…you’re worth….” She tried to do the math in her head but couldn’t seem to figure it out.

“Worth at least ten billion dollars, yeah,” I amended, and she gaped again.

“You’re a billionaire?” she gasped, clearly stunned.

“Yes.”

She was quiet for a long time, and then she smacked her forehead. “Everything makes so much sense right now.”

“Doesn’t it?”

She laughed and nodded, rubbing her hands over her face. “And all this time, I thought you were hiding some terrible secret of what happened in New York. Like maybe you joined a gang or something.”

“Nope,” I said, drawn to her because of the joy in her tone and the simple acceptance of what would have been a huge deal to many other women. “No gang, just filthy rich. And now I can spend it all on the woman I love.”

And then I kissed her.

TWENTY-SEVEN

ALLIE

The kiss was tender and heated at the same time, seducing me with sultriness and emotion that I couldn’t describe.

My heart was still thundering in my chest at his declaration, my spirit singing.

He loved me. Hereallyloved me.

I mean, I suspected he did, but somehow, hearing him say it was something different. It made everything between us so real, especially since I finally deciphered what I needed to trust him.

My head was still spinning with the realization that he was a billionaire.

He still felt like Marcus to me, not some unattainable mogul. But now that I thought about it, he did have a certain something about him now…like an unspoken assuredness and control that he didn’t have before. I couldn’t even conceptualize it, but that wasn’t truly important. It didn’t change how I felt about him. I wasn’t sure I could even understand anyone having that much money, much less Marcus. Still, I put it out of my mind, enjoying the feeling of his lips plucking mine slowly, sensuously, as he parted his legs and drew my body closer to his.

I immediately felt his hands on the skin underneath my sweater, and I shivered. They crept up to my chest, slipping under my bra, and my whole body grew tense from anticipation, practically trembling with it. I didn’t know if sex was supposed to be like this, but Marcus always got me so heady with lust that I could barely stand it. It didn’t matter how many times we did it. There was always this heart-pounding thrill, this forbidden lust—like it was the first time.

And it was so mindblowing.

By the time his fingers reached my nipple, the cool touch had me jerking in his arms, the sharpness of the pleasure jolting me out of my skin.

“Easy,” he murmured, his voice a syrupy drawl that made my body feel all loose and warm. “Just let me turn you on, sweetheart.”

The words seemed to run down my skin like feathers, and my nerves responded immediately. My hands immediately flew to his shoulder when he started strumming my nipple slowly. I knew I was probably digging my nails into them, but I needed to hold on to steady myself.

I could feel him watching me the entire time as he did it, too, his eyes dark and intense on my face. They grew darker as he watched my reaction, seeming to get even more turned on by it.

“God, I love watching you like this,” he groaned, his eyes glowing with his desire. “You know what else I love, sweetheart? I love watching you give in to your desire, watching the exact moment when you can’t take it anymore. I love watching your body tremble and sway, the way your body craves me. I can’t get enough of it.”

A moan escaped me, and I could do nothing, but I stood there as his words and consistent touch had me squeezing my thighs together, trying to contain the feeling. I was getting impossibly wet and achy. As if he could sense it, his other hand moved to unzip my heavy ankle-length skirt. It soon dropped to the ground.

Then he brought his hand to the top of my panties before running a finger down the damp center.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, darling?” His words were a soothing drawl that was basically like a lick across my clit. “You want more of this, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped, helpless to do anything but follow his lead. I wanted to give my entire body over to him to do as he wished, to bring it to the brink of trembling pleasure as only he knew how to.

His finger slipped in through the side of my panties, and I gasped as he found my slit wet and ready for him. With a murmur that sounded almost like a curse, he penetrated me, slowly spreading my lips with his hand.

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