Page 56 of Billionaire Romance

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Eric

I wake up with Sally’s name on my lips.

A virgin.

I swear to God I didn’t see that coming. Not that I think anyone would have seen that coming. A woman that sexy? There’s no way that I would have imagined that.

It’s never like me to drag someone into the back of a club for a quick fuck, but it didn’t feel like that last night. It felt like if I didn’t have her right then that I wouldn’t be able to keep breathing. But then…

I didn’t just wake up with her on my mind, I woke up with the biggest hard-on I think I’ve ever had in my life. It hurts, it’s so hard, and I’m not surprised. I dreamed about us tangled together all night. I want her in a way that’s completely off-the-charts. And I want to be her first more than anything I’ve ever wanted.

Whoever were the people she referred to who walked away when she admitted she was a virgin make me angry. You have a beautiful woman in front of you, who’s attracted to you, and you have the chance to create a perfect first experience for her and you say no?

That is unthinkable to me.

I glance over at the clock. Shit. I’m late. But I can’t bring myself to move. I’d much rather be here and think about Sally and all the possibilities than go into the office and deal with whatever shit storm is waiting for me on the day before fucking Valentine’s Day.

I spend another couple of minutes relaxing, and reveling in my thoughts before I have to get up. When we finished in the hallway, I brought her back our alcove in the VIP section, and we had another drink. I think she was a little overwhelmed, because she didn’t say much, but the way she let me tuck her against me was perfect.

And when we finished that drink I took her to a cab, and kissed her good night. I’m going to text her today, because there’s no way that I’m waiting until the party to see her again. No way. But even as sweet as that was, it’s not what my mind keeps coming back to.

Watching Sally come was a revelation. I had that same reaction that I had when she entered my office, that she was so pure and unexpected. The look on her face is burned in my brain.

The way her lips parted, hips tilting into my hand, and the way she was dripping wet for me. God, all of the blood in my body is in my cock and I can’t wait anymore. I sit up and strip off my boxers, stepping into the shower and barely waiting for the water to be hot enough.

There’s no waiting. Holding myself back last night and all the dreams have me on edge, and my cock falls into my hand before I’m even fully in the water. Images are popping up in my mind: Sally laid out on the bed I just left, in the throes of the pleasure that I’m giving her—pleasure she’s never had with anyone else. Every stroke my hand makes is bringing me closer, and I let the picture expand.

I imagine peeling her legs apart and tasting her, drowning in that perfect flavor and making her scream while my tongue is inside her. And after she comes—more than once—then I’ll take her. It’ll be soft and slow and it’ll take as long as it takes for it to be perfect for her. But just envisioning entering her, feeling her heat surround me, brings me to the edge.

Plunging into her in the way that no one else has ever done, fuck. Pleasure gathers and explodes, and I brace myself against the wall of the shower as I spend myself into the heat of the water. Pulses of sheer heat crackle through me and I groan. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough to sate the way I’m feeling, the way I want her.

I could go again, but I do need to get to the office. Unfortunately. Most of the time I don’t hate my job. But this time of year…I wish I could take off and just spend it in the Bahamas. Not only does every system we have in place seem to fall apart, but I just can’t stand this time of year.

While I’m in the middle of dressing, my phone vibrates on the nightstand. It’s Bianca, and I answer. She doesn’t wait for me to respond. “You must have done something truly amazing last night if you’re late to work. You of all people.”

I smirk, knowing what I know. But Bianca doesn’t need to know the details. “How do you know that I’m late?”

“Because I’m standing in your office.”

“Fuck,” I say under my breath, and she laughs. “Fine. I went out with Sally.”

I can practically hear the smug smile that she has on her face through the phone. But she doesn’t say that she told me so. “That’s good. You deserve to have a little more fun, brother. You work too hard.”

I look through my ties, trying to pick one. “I might get to have a little more fun and work a little less if you actually came into work…ever?” Bianca does help sometimes, when she feels like it. And I don’t resent her not being involved. She doesn’t love the business side of things the way I do. But at times like this, when it feels like I’m the only one who’s keeping everything from falling apart, it grates.

“I’m doing plenty of work,” she says softly. “I’m keeping Mom sane, and you know as well as I do that that’s not exactly an easy task.”

I sigh. “I deserved that.”

“I didn’t say it to shove it in your face, Eric. It’s just the way things are.”

“I know. How is she? Any different?”

Bianca makes a non-committal sound. “She’s…prepping.”

“What does that mean?”

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