Page 23 of The Billionaire's Knight

“Stop teasing me.”

The head lodged at her opening. His knuckles grazed her flesh as he adjusted the positioning. Then he thrust hard and deep. She clenched the bedclothes and braced her knees, turning her head so she could watch his expression as he took her. His gaze was glued to where his dick disappeared inside her, eyelids half-mast. Sweat sheened his skin, dampening the hair on his chest. His hair was mussed from her fingers. The muscles in his arms rippled as he fucked her, and she felt her heart tumble right out of her chest. She loved him.

She automatically shook her head in denial. It was too soon. Too fast. Too much. Too everything.

He paused with his cock buried deep, and she blinked to focus and found him staring at her with concern. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”

“No. Never,” she promised.

“You were shaking your head no.”

She opened her mouth several times but didn’t know what to say.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, pulling out of her and moving to lie beside her, wrapping her in his embrace. “What’s wrong, baby?”

It was only when he brushed his thumb under her eye to wipe away the moisture that she realized she was crying. Throwing caution to the wind, she confessed.

“I love you.”

He leaned back, cupping her face and lifting it until their gazes met. He seemed to scrutinize her face, as if trying to read the authenticity of her words.

“Loving me makes you cry?”

She shook her head. “I’m not good at love, Jase. I’m sure your file gave you facts about my childhood. I’ll just say I didn’t have a loving home as a kid. I left as soon as I could and never looked back. Not even when my parents died.”

“I’ll teach you. Do everything I say, and you’ll be fine.”

She snorted, shaking her head at his banter. “Very funny.” She sobered quickly. “I’m a workaholic. I put in long hours, and that won’t change when I’m in a relationship.”

“So do I, and you are in a relationship. You love me.”

“There will be times when my job will have me pretending to be on the arm of another man.”

“Emphasis on pretend,” he muttered.

She shrugged. “Regardless, it’s going to happen. Being who you are, it could make for good tabloid fodder.”

“We both know who you belong to.”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do,” he countered, rolling her beneath him and thrusting back inside. “Just like I belong to you.”

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and clasping his shoulders with her hands. He held deep, his gaze probing hers.

“What?” she demanded.

“Anything else we should talk about?”

She wiggled her hips again. “You really want to talk right now?”

He grinned, giving her a slow in and out glide that teased as it pleasured.

“Should we discuss this propensity we have for not using condoms?” he murmured. “Not that I’m complaining. The idea of not feeling you skin-to-skin makes me want to howl.”

“I’m three months late for my shot. We should do something, or the possibility exists that I could get pregnant.”

He pulled out and slammed back in a little rougher. “Fuck! The idea of your belly round with my baby makes me want to keep you in this bed until there’s no doubt you’re pregnant.”

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