Page 45 of Billionaire Bad Boy Daddy

Moving my hips over him, I feel him hardening more between my legs. Our lips have lost any elegance and are now needy with kisses, sloppy, and wet. We swallow each other’s whimpers and groans.

Rex tucks his hands against the underside of my ass and a fire ignites inside of me. Fuck politeness. I want to recreate the memories we had here. I want to do it now.

“Fuck me,” I say, pushing his burgundy jacket aside to feel his pecs through his shirt.

“I’ve been dying to,” he replies, then flips me onto my back.

I squeal in laughter beneath him, but the laugh turns into another moan when he pushes the ridge of his cock into my groin.

“Feel me?” he whispers against my mouth.

“Yes, but want – I want more,” I say between kisses.

Rex sighs. “Fuck, yes.”

He retreats onto his heels and hurries to undo his belt. He’s shaking.

I understand. I’m shaking too. The adrenaline is coursing through our bodies. How many times do you get to have something you never thought you’d have again?

I’m getting déjà vu as he works his pants down his thighs, except not at the same time. I’ve been beneath Rex Redford with the stars as our roof before, but now we’re older. Both our bodies have changed. And he’s not wearing his usual T-shirt and slouchy jeans, the ones I remember well. He’s wearing a suit I picked out for him to pretend to be my husband.

My heart swells with adoration. I push myself up onto my elbows and crane my neck up, lips begging for a kiss.

When Rex sees me, the seriousness splits with a smile. “Hey, beautiful.”

“Kiss me. Please. I need you.”

Rex leans back down and bestows one kiss to my lips. “You don’t need to beg, but I like it when you do.”

I laugh and hook my legs around his thighs, snaking one of my hands between us. I find the waistband of his underwear and push it down so I can get a handful of him. Warm, hard, long. Just like I remember.

Rex hisses a breath in my ear. “Fuck.”

I start to stroke him. “I missed this. Missed your cock.”

Rex returns the favor, grabbing the inside of my thigh, and then sliding his hand to my panties. His finger hooks around the gusset and his knuckle nudges my center.

I suck in a tight breath and relish the feeling of him. Just a single touch is threatening to break me into a million pieces.

“You’re already so wet.”

“So get inside me,” I say, nuzzling my pussy against his fingers. We don’t have the luxury of time or space. We’ve already lost five years of time and I’m not wasting another second.

Rex hesitates. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I graduated to an IUD,” I say before snagging another kiss. “Relax…”

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Are you sure? I don’t want to –“

“If you get me pregnant again, I promise you’ll hear about it,” I tease.

Though I want to be fast, Rex is slow. He glides his fingers under my dress, bypassing my wanting core and landing against my belly.

I suck in a breath. I remember all the times I wanted someone to touch me while I was achingly pregnant. Help me release my pent-up coil of pregnancy libido. But also to worship me. Be soft on me. Revel in the life we created together.

“Trust me, it won’t take,” I say in Rex’s silence and guide his hand back down my body to my hips. “Get these off of me. Please.”

Whatever trepidation Rex had disappears in an instant. Fast and unfettered, Rex pulls my panties down my legs. I wriggle to help him until I am unrestrained and the night air teases at my center.

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