Page 68 of The Billionaire Babe

“You’ve been working hard,” I tell her, looking at her, worried. She is holding up pretty well, considering her life is exploding.

“So have you,” she says, her hand coming up to cup my face.

“You don’t need to worry about me, sweetheart.” I kiss the side of her head where it rests on my shoulder, knowing she has so many other things to be concerned about right now.

“Maybe not, but I like to worry about you. I like to think about you. I like to talk to you. Have you here with me.” I swallow harshly at her words.

“I like being with you too. I can’t stop touching you, ensuring this is real. That I have met someone like you.” My heart thuds. I have never been this open and honest with anyone before. I have never met anyone who gets me the way Val does.

As I kiss her neck, breathing in her scent, my arms wrap around her tighter. I could eat, I need a shower, I need sleep, but I need her more.

“Let’s go to bed,” she says quietly, and I lean down to kiss her as I stand. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I pull her ass up so her legs circle my waist. It feels good to have the penthouse to ourselves. It feels good to have her safe in my arms. I walk with her slowly, our lips on each other, the two of us taking our time, not our usual rushed selves.

“AJ…” She pulls back a little, her eyes finding mine.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I ask as I close the bedroom door and walk us to her bed.

“Make love to me?” she asks as I lay her down. No one has ever said that to me before. Val and I have slept together plenty. Our sex life is mind-blowing and one of the reasons I fell for her so damn hard and fast.

I look at her and swallow roughly as my hands move to her front and lift her top from her body. I don’t know what to say, so I decide to show her my response with action.

“Come here, sweetheart,” I tell her softly, wrapping my hand around the back of her head and kissing her again. Tonight, I will take my time. Tonight, I will make love to my girl.

38

VALERIE

AJ kisses me so softly, so sweetly, I nearly lose my mind. How a big man like this can give me the most tender of touches that make me melt. With his body over mine, his hand on the back of my neck, his lips work me over like only he can.

Our bodies move together almost as one as he kisses down my jaw to my neck, his fingers slowly opening the button and zipper of my jeans before I shimmy out of them.

“Who knew you had such a soft touch, big guy?” I tease him with a smile. I like this side of him. I like that I am the only one who gets it. The only one who gets to see him like this. To the outside world, he is hardened. A brute.

“You're worth taking my time with.” His words coast across my neck as he peppers kisses against my skin. I run my hands down his back, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it up. With my top and jeans already on the floor, he is too covered.

“One day, I want to hear all about these tattoos,” I whisper, my lips now brushing his bare chest, kissing each illustration that adorns his skin. They are large, a mix of words, drawings, shapes. Separately, they stand on their own, but together, they are magnificent.

“Right now, I just want to hear you moaning my name, sweetheart,” he growls as his hand delves into my underwear and his finger circles my clit.

I bite my bottom lip as my body arches at his touch. “AJ… that feels so good,” I moan, my eyes closed, my head pushing back into the pillow as my body vibrates for more. Every touch from him makes my senses come alive.

“I fucking love it when you arch your back for me,” he says, then his lips travel down my chest to my bra. This time, his other hand is there, pulling the cup of my bra down and his mouth encloses around my nipple. My skin feels like it is on fire with need. My body aching, my mind only on him, this moment, us together.

“AJ…” I moan. He feels like he is everywhere, and his slow, seductive touch is making me quiver.

“I’m trying to take my time… but you moaning my name like that is making it hard to keep in control.”

I smooth my hands up his back, feeling his muscles, his torso hard, strong, and safe, before I delve my fingers into his scalp, pulling at his hair. He growls his appreciation as I massage his head. I may be stressed, but he is as well, the two of us in new territory and both in fear for our lives. His hands move to my waist, and he slowly pulls off my underwear, his mouth following and kissing down my body.

“Mmmmm…” I bite my bottom lip as his hands move straight back up my legs and he buries his mouth in my center.

“Fuck me, this is too fucking good…” he grumbles against my skin, and I smile as my hips start moving against his face, his tongue exploring, still taking his time. His hands graze up my sides to unclip my bra as mine remain buried in his hair. I pull the straps from my arms, flinging the lacy number across the room.

“Come here,” I whisper to him, the room now dark as night has fallen, the streetlights outside giving us a small glow through the window. He kisses his way up my body and my hands land on his jeans. I feel him hot and hard as he takes my lips with his for another soul-burning kiss. Pushing his jeans off his body, I take his underwear at the same time, and he kicks them off his legs.

“Spread those beautiful legs, sweetheart. Let me in…”

I do what he says and move my legs and he positions himself between them. I look at him hovering above me, this man. I would have never in a million years thought that the two of us would be remotely compatible, but he feels like my second half, my soul mate, the one I have been waiting for.

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