Page 9 of The Billionaire's Final Treasure

“And I love the way your tiny pussy is like the sweetest vice on my cock. God, Kori, I love this tight little hole of yours.”

He wedges his hand under me and slips his fingers between my slick thighs. I arch into him as he finds my clit and makes me senseless, just like he promised. He draws out my orgasm until he finishes, slowing his movements. His satisfied roar as he comes inside me turns me to jelly beneath him.

He takes his hand off my back and gently lifts me to stretch out on the couch, where he snuggles next to me. I shift my thighs together, slick with his seed. With his arm around me, I sigh happily against his chest. I feel utterly complete.

Chapter 8

Finn

I suppose it was foolish to hope that having her again would get her out of my system. I’ve known all along that this was bigger than some random fling. It feels too real for that. She was all I could think about today, but taking her wild, sweet body again only makes me more sure of what I’ve already planned. I wanted to take things slow, but I need her like this every night.

No more stolen moments. She deserves more than that.

I want to stay curled up with her, naked and satisfied, but I’m too excited to show her what I’ve done. I run my finger down her nipple, smiling when it tightens, then get up.

“One second,” I promise when she reaches for me with a pout I can’t resist. It seems I’ve turned her into a monster, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I return with a blanket to drape over us, and the brochures I got today. I hand them to her. “These are for a top-of-the-line care home,” I explain, showing her pictures of the bright facility, the smiling nurses, and all the activities available there. “I think your mom would love it. We can take a tour after your classes tomorrow.”

I’d expected her to be shocked, maybe, but not angry.

She shoves the brochure back at me. “I can’t keep accepting expensive gifts from you,” she says. “The night nurse is already too much.” Her brows furrow as she shakes her head with frustration. “Why are you being so generous? Am I another one of your pity charity cases that you fund with all those things you steal?”

Alright, now I’m as angry as she is. “Those aren’t pity cases, Kori. It’s justice.”

We stare at each for a long time. Her anger doesn’t fade, but mine slips away. She doesn’t understand why I want to give her everything. I take her hand, not letting her jerk it away.

“How could I ever pity the woman I’m going to marry?” I ask.

Her face goes slack, her eyes full of confusion. “What? Who?”

I pull out the ring I’d carefully chosen this afternoon, unable to concentrate on work because my thoughts were consumed by her. “You, Kori,” I say. “I love you. Marry me. Make me the happiest I’ll ever be and let me give you the world.”

She looks at the ring for a long moment before pushing my hand away. “I can’t marry a criminal, Finn. I can’t waste my life away wondering if you’ll come home or if you’ll get caught. I’ve already been trapped enough by things I can’t control, and I won’t accept a stolen ring, no matter how much I love you.”

The only thing I really hear is that she loves me, then I burst into laughter. I get her anger now. This has all been a misunderstanding. I jump up and bring my laptop over to her, pulling up the company’s website and then my investment portfolio, pleased when her eyes widen.

“The burglary is just a hobby I started when my colleagues began to piss me off with their corrupt abuses of the people who trusted them. But it really is just a hobby, and I promise that I never keep any of the money,” I explain. “It goes to people who need it. I’m more than happy to replace burglary with whatever you want me to do instead once we’re married.”

She looks so close to being convinced, but still doesn’t seem to believe how quickly she’s become the center of my world.

“I had a missing piece to my life,” I tell her. “I’d been looking for it blindly for a long time, but now I can see clearly that it’s you.” I lean over to kiss her soundly. “We will be getting married, Kori.”

For a moment, she seems awestruck. Her eyes search mine, before flitting to my computer screen and back. Finally, she laughs, her smile threatening to blind me with its sincerity and brightness. “Yes,” she agrees at last. “Of course we will.”

Chapter 9

Kori

As sure as I am about Finn and everything, I have to slow things down at least a little. But I only make it a week before I have Finn come over to meet my mom. He’s soft spoken and patient with her, looking over all the different dolls the night nurse has brought for her so that she can brush their hair while I’m out. She seems taken by him and he even gets her to laugh.

Finally, he brings up the idea of looking over the care home, showing her all the pictures, which make her smile, an interested gleam shining in her eyes.

“But we’ll have to leave the apartment,” she says, running her hand over her short tufts of hair. As much as she loves mine, she has trouble not tearing hers out when she’s at her most anxious. “The doorman always gives me a dirty look.”

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