Page 85 of Billionaire Romance

I pout at him. “There’s no more?”

“There will definitely be more,” he laughs.

“Then why have we stopped?”

Eric raises an eyebrow. “You’re not tired?”

I hadn’t realized that I was until he said that. “Oh.”

He chuckles again, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Rest, and dream of how much more there will be.”

I close my eyes and drift off into sleep, on Valentine’s Day, in the arms of a man that I’m falling in love with.

* * *

When I wake the sun is shining over the city and Eric’s arm is slung over my waist, hand cupping one of my breasts. My body is sore, but not terrible. It feels kind of nice, because I know why it’s sore, and I’d take that pain all over again.

Eric doesn’t even move as I slip out from under his arm to use the bathroom, and he doesn’t move as I look at him in the morning sun, perfectly asleep.

I like the way he looks asleep, peaceful and rested and still fucking sexy. I hope that what we did last night goes a little way toward him not hating Valentine’s Day. But I have an idea that might work too. Cheesy? Yes. But this is the man who bought me a corsage. Cheesy is good.

Quietly, I look in his drawers until I find some sweats that fit me. I’m drowning in them, but it’s better than wearing a ball gown. I saw where Eric left his keys, and I’m purposely quiet as I sneak out. I’ll be back.

And I am, armed with an absurd amount of Valentine’s Day candy that is now on sale everywhere. I’ve got chocolate and those sugary little hearts and some licorice and ropy red vines and anything else that I could get my hands on. But mostly chocolate. I noticed at dinner that he ate chocolate ice cream and he liked the chocolate sauce and he’s expressed more than once that he wants to lick it off me—an idea that I very, very much enjoy. Eric has a chocolate sweet tooth.

I spread out the candy on the bed and start opening bags, and it’s finally the crinkling sound that brings him awake. He smiles when he sees me.

“What’s going on?” His eyes are on all the candy, confused.

“Second part of my plan to make you like Valentine’s. Super cheap candy on the day after.”

“What are we supposed to do with all of this?” he asks, sitting up. The blanket falls down to reveal his perfect chest and it doesn’t conceal at all that his cock is hard.

I clear my throat, looking down at the bag of chocolate in my hands. “I thought we could eat it. In bed. Today. While you keep making me less a virgin.”

“That,” he says, “is a very good plan.”

And then he tackles me back on the bed and I fall into giggles.

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