Page 10 of The Billionaire's Caress

I looked up at the ceiling. At the crown molding. I could almost see the whole scene, like the memories were being projected in living color.

“We dated for almost two months before he told me that he didn’t believe in monogamy. That he was destined for greatness and a relationship would only be a distraction.”

This wasn’t a movie. That was me on the screen, feeling like my heart was being split in two. Like he used me for inspiration, for stupid songs that he’d sing in coffee shops, finding other stupid girls like me who’d fall for him. Girls he’d toss aside for his next conquest.

All the buried resentment, the hurt that I boxed up and buried as deep and far away as possible came rushing back to the surface. I didn’t tear up, I’d already wasted too many tears on that man. The man who was beside me, who was burning with an anger of his own, he was worth everything.

He was my everything.

“I’d state the obvious, that he is a fucking asshole who didn’t and doesn’t deserve you, but I think you know that.” Jacob took a moment, lifting my chin so I could see him. See the love radiating from him. The safety. The forever that was in his arms. “He fucked up.”

That was enough to bring a smile to my face. “Damn right.”

Jacob’s anger waned, replaced by a rare, full-on smile as he scooped my curls from my eyes and let his fingertips linger on my neck. “I guess love works in mysterious way. If that schmuck hadn’t blown his chance, maybe our paths never would have crossed. You wouldn’t have crashed into me in the lobby of Whitmore and Creighton-”

“Hey!” I playfully jabbed him with my elbow. “I think you’re rewriting history, Mr. Whitmore. If memory serves, I was just minding my business when some rude billionaire crashed into me.” I flashed him every tooth in my mouth. “Then, he had the nerve to molest me in the stairwell.”

“Molest?” he gasped. “If I recall, he did something like...” He didn’t finish with his words, he used his hands. Worked his way over my shoulders. Rounded my hip. Kept his eyes on me, daring me to stop him, like he had that day.

I didn’t say a word.

We put aside the past as his hand swept over my abdomen. He’d teased my breasts in the shower, but he had other plans. Other destinations in mind.

His palm gripped my secret place, fingers so close to my slit that I almost helped him out, adjusted so he’d sink inside me.

“Jacob...” I whispered hotly, my body slick with need. Just the thought of him was enough to make my core come alive for my Dom.

My husband.

Mine.

He leaned in, mouth hovering above mine as his fingers teased me. Stroked the opening of me like a musician strumming the strings of his instrument. Making music with the slightest of touches.

Jacob’s fingers dipped inside, swirling in my warmth. Making all the questions I thought I’d have to answer fade to black. Who was this Corbin? Why is he important? Is it really a coincidence that your ex just happened to play in the band at a concert that we had front row tickets to?

None of that mattered.

This was about me and Jacob. My man. My forever—staking his claim. Reminding me that there was no one who could touch me like he touched me. No one else who could make me melt like he made me melt.

And he was just getting started.

He retracted his thick fingers, bringing them to his lips. Eyes closed as he tasted me on his skin. Licked my honey desire.

Just watching him, lost in my essence, drunk off me, was enough to make the fluttering in my groin whip into a cyclone, ready to sweep us both up and leave us panting.

When he opened his eyes to look at me, I knew whatever would come next would be an order, not a request.

He didn’t disappoint.

“Sit on my face.”

His hunger rippled through his voice, rocked me into motion. I didn’t make a joke or blush or contemplate just how I’d comply without floundering and being a highly unsexy mess. I didn’t think about my dimpled thighs.

I climbed up his muscled torso, steadying myself as I positioned a knee on each side of his head.

I gazed down at him, just in time to catch him licking his lips, like he was about to go to town and there wouldn’t be a crumb of me left.

Using the headboard so I had something to grip, something to tether me so I didn’t drift into madness, was pointless.

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