Page 24 of The Billionaire's Proposal

I lay her on the bed and graze her legs with my lips all the way to her neck. Warring within me is the need to fuck her senseless or to go slow and steady. The need to be close to her and look into her eyes wins out. I run my hands between the apex of her thighs to find her dripping wet.

Before I push into her, I admit, “I plan on getting lost in you—for hours.”

“I won’t let you down,” she says, giving me a mischievous grin.

I slip my hand beneath the small of her back as I rock into her, enjoying the feel of velvety muscles and the glimmer in her eyes. With every thrust, her chest heaves and with each withdrawal, she whimpers, “Don’t stop.”

The sensation of slick skin, sweet sound of moans filling the air, and exclamations of pure exhilaration last throughout the night.

God, sex is so enjoyable with her.

After I clean the sticky substance from our bodies, I scoot in behind her and ask her to stay the night.

Cameron is the first woman to have sex in this bed, much less sleep in it, since Phoebe. It’s time I let myself live.

Chapter Thirteen

CAMERON

Sneaking out of his apartment is harder than I thought. Alarms ding and buzz in every direction.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice knocks me from my current situation.

Winslow’s junk is hidden by a thick towel slung low around his hips. That deep V promising a road to sin, with water beads dotting his torso.

Immediately, my vagina wants another round, even though I can hardly walk. Operating on only three hours of sleep, he appears energized and refreshed. He’s fucking delicious, not a hot mess like me.

He strides across the living area to the keypad in the entry hall and deactivates the alarm. “I was hoping to make you breakfast. But if you want to leave, I’ll have Barclay take you home.”

“I have an excursion at nine and need to get some clean clothes.”

He struts over to me, skating his hands over my arms, kissing my neck. “Thank you for last night… for listening.”

“I’m a great listener.”

“Are you? Because when I told you sit on my face, you didn’t.”

Heat surges over my body from his frankness. I want to say something clever, but the truth is, I wanted to see the desire in his eyes. Wanted to watch his muscles flex as he fucked me. Wanted to feel his weight on me.

“What happens now?”

He pecks my cheek playfully and opens the fridge, taking out eggs and bagels. “We eat. I’ll change and take you home.”

“You don’t need to come with.”

“I’m walking the first woman who has slept in my bed to her door and kissing her good morning.”

Naked and on cloud nine, I fall back on my mattress, kicking my feet into the air like I’m riding a bike. Last night was incredible. With a man whose physique matched that of an athlete and a tough exterior melted away to reveal a tender heart.

Winslow brought me home and said he has meetings all day. He’s going to his parents’ house with Wells and his sister in Palm Beach, so I don’t expect to hear from him until later.

But on the way to the marina, while I’m singing Jack and Diane with the windows rolled down, my phone rings with an unknown number. I don’t have many friends, and it’s not Orlando, so I answer it, hoping it’s him.

“Hello.”

“Hey, Captain.” It’s him. “I need to tell you something.” His voice sounds ominous.

“Okay…” I draw it out.

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