Page 44 of The Bossy Billionaire

“I’m going to come down your throat…” I warn her, but still, she doesn’t stop. Instead, she takes me a little deeper, and I combust.

“Fuck, Luce,” I grit out as I come hard, and I watch in awe as she swallows, sucking my tip, taking all of me. I pant like I just ran a marathon as she slides up my body, kissing my chest where my heart currently pumps before resting her head, fitting into me like a glove.

“Good morning,” she says all coyly, her fingers skimming my chest, drawing small circles on my skin. I move my hand down and cup her bare ass, gripping it in my hand because she makes me feel like a fucking king. If I thought we couldn’t top last night, I was wrong, because this woman is full of surprises.

“How are you feeling?” I kiss her head, my other hand pushing her hair from her face before I hold her hand against my chest. I watched her sleep again last night in between giving her orgasms and the few hours of sleep I mustered.

“Mmmmm, good. This bed is so soft, I am not sure how you ever leave it.” She is right. I spent a fortune on this bed. It is large, luxurious, and if I had my way, we wouldn’t be getting out of it all week. But I have so many things I want to show her around the ranch that I know we need to get up.

“I am not sure how I am going to leave it with you in here with me,” I growl, squeezing her ass in my hand again. I haven’t brought any woman here since or before Amy, and already Lucy looks so much better in my sheets. Next to me. I thought I was in love with Amy, but now getting to know Lucy, I know that love was not what I had with Amy. This feels like so much more. Maybe because I have grown up. I'm older, more mature. Maybe because Lucy is nothing like Amy. There are no similarities, nothing at all remotely alike between the two of them. Amy came from money and had expectations. I fell for her hard and fast because she was sexy and seemed to be really into me. Upon reflection, she was never the right one for me. I was just caught up in the New York lifestyle, had a beautiful blonde on my arm, and had millions of dollars in the bank. But there was no substance. Not like with Lucy.

“How are you feeling?” she asks me, and I glide my fingers through her long brown hair.

“Hmm… I have a feeling you already know how I feel,” I tell her, because even though she just made me come, I already am half-hard again. “Come here,” I growl, grabbing her ass tight and pulling her hips so her naked body slides up mine. Kissing her deep, hard, like I need her more than the fresh country air, I run my hands down her thighs and back up again, skimming across her scar, which is no longer even on my radar. She also doesn’t seem to mind; any hesitation she had about her scar now erased as far as my touch is concerned.

I roll over, pinning her to the mattress. God, I want to fuck her again. I could keep her here all day and never tire, but I need to force myself to get up. Her hips push up a little, and I growl. “Woman. I need to feed you. Get your pretty ass in that shower and meet me in the kitchen,” I say, taking her breast in my mouth, circling her nipple with my tongue and sucking.

“Mmmmmm,” she moans, biting her bottom lip again, and I jump up from her, because if she doesn’t eat, she won’t have strength for later. And I really want there to be a later. I kiss her lips quickly, leaving her wanting, just how I like her. “Towels are in the cupboard, and your bags are in the closet. Take your time,” I whisper to her, not able to stop the smile gracing my lips.

“Yes, boss,” she murmurs sarcastically.

“Don’t forget it.” I slap her ass, hearing her little yelp of surprise. Once I grab my jeans and throw them on, I walk out of the room, closing the door on her perfect naked body before I change my mind and sink into her again, where I know I will never come up for air all day.

The morning sun streams into my open-plan kitchen, the large windows showing me the lush fields and the tree-lined path to the stables. I have arranged a horse ride and picnic today. I wanted to show Lucy the entire property and get her into the fresh air. I think it will be good for her to be in nature, as it always clears my thoughts, helps level my stress. Although after last night, I am seriously second-guessing that activity and half think about replacing it with more bedroom antics. My cell vibrates in my pocket, reminding me that there is a life outside this ranch that I have been ignoring.

It is a text from Hudson. He and Harvey are now arriving tomorrow. He works too hard, and being a single dad, his life is hectic, but he is successful and has a lot of support. Although I have a feeling he would prefer to be back here in Whispers full-time, especially with how Harvey is growing. Like me he needs time out. We usually sync up here in Whispers every quarter; otherwise, we wouldn’t see each other.

After Hudson, I look at the rest of my messages. There are more missed calls from an unknown number and numerous ones from the Rothschilds, so I find Harrison’s number and hit call. It rings once before he picks up.

“Huxley,” he says sharply, and I move around my kitchen, grabbing the eggs to start cooking while I talk.

“Harrison.”

“How is she?” he asks.

“She is fine. More than fine. Sleeping, eating,” I tell him, a smile coming to my face when I think again about how many times I made her come last night. “Mom cooked for us last night, and she enjoyed it.”

“Good. No issues with security?” he asks, and I can feel him pacing, his stress now high.

“She is safe here with me. There are no issues. What have you found out?” I ask, because these Rothschild men will stop at nothing to protect their family, and as much as I might mock them from time to time, this time I am all for bringing in as much security around Lucy as possible.

“Nothing,” he says, his voice laced with shame.

“What do you mean, nothing?” I stop where I am in the middle of the kitchen, in disbelief.

“Police found nothing. No prints, no evidence that would connect anyone or anything. Street cameras picked up some people, but it was too dark to see anything. We don’t even know if the rock thrower is male or female or child.” He sighs, and I get the feeling that he and his brothers have been up all night looking over things.

“What about the locks?” I ask, because while Lucy and I have chatted, we haven’t talked in detail about the store or the numerous attempts to hurt her.

“Ben said in her police investigation she mentioned that the wires to the shop were cut. We pulled footage of that night from a camera positioned across the street. Again, we couldn’t see much, although this person did appear to be bigger than her, so we assume it was a male. He fucking pushed her into the wall.” Harrison sounds livid, and I understand his anger because my teeth are clenched so hard they are about to crack.

“She hit her head?” I vaguely remember her having a small bruise on her forehead, where she told me she ran into the bookshelf.

“Yeah. She told the police she didn’t see anyone and that she got new locks because of it.”

I crack the eggs into the bowl violently. I feel protective of her, and I am angry at myself for missing these issues.

“I should have fucking picked up on this,” I spit out.

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