Page 20 of The Billionaire's Buy-In

“No risk, no reward.” My voice is shaky and breathless, sounding every bit the young, nervous college student.

Chord smiles down at me, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.

“The House always has the edge, baby, and I knew who was walking away the winner this time.” His lips descend to kiss me, surprisingly gentle and sweet. “You. You win every time with me, Abbie. I’ll always be yours. I’ve been yours since the day I met you,” he says as he lifts his head, one thumb stroking my bottom lip. My core tightens in anticipation, and I get goosebumps all over my body.

I want to pinch myself because I can’t believe he's mine, and I’m his. And, more importantly, I’m okay with being his.

My inner feminist shudders at the thought of belonging to any man, but let's face it. Susan B. Anthony would have lifted her skirt and dropped her pantaloons for this man if he’d asked.

“I need you. Right fucking now.” He reaches beneath my thighs and lifts me in his arms so my legs wrap around his waist. Walking to the side of the room, he presses me into the bare, concrete wall. I moan, pushing into him and grinding on his crotch, desperate to have him fill me and stretch me with his thick length. I’m soaking wet with need.

“Chord,” I moan his name, my body quivering.

“Let me see those beautiful tits, firecracker,” he orders.

My hands move to pull down the front of my dress, exposing my breasts. My nipples tighten from the cool air in the room. I nervously glance at the one-way mirror on the opposite wall.

“I feel sure Ryker made himself scarce after being complicit in your little scheme. And he’d never let someone in there.” he assures me. “Apparently he's Team ‘Abbie’.” He mumbles beneath his breath, “Fucking turncoat.” He gently bites my shoulder.

Growling, he buries his head between my breasts. I whimper when he turns his head and swirls his tongue over one swollen bud.

“What do you need, firecracker? Use your words,” he commands firmly. “Tell me.”

“I … I need you…inside me, right now,” I stutter, overcome with my desire and a sudden shyness despite what we’ve already done together.

“Yeah, you do,” he agrees, once again biting my shoulder as he unbuckles his slacks with one hand and pulling out his beautiful, throbbing length. I gulp, because how could I forget? He’s so big.

He’s able to hold me against the wall and reach to stroke my slick folds, demonstrating his strength and making me feel incredibly small and feminine.

Thrusting two of his fingers inside me, he curves them, hitting that spot deep inside, making me cry from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“Fit me in your pussy, baby.”

I grab his cock, now slick with my juices and place him inside me. He glides inside with one smooth stroke, and I wince as his thick girth stretches me to the point of pain. I feel so full, but I welcome the discomfort.

I lick his ear and it must be an erogenous zone because he groans as he continues to push into me, every stroke hitting deeper and deeper and reaching that point deep inside me again, where there is no pain, only pleasure spiraling out of control. I’m moaning and crying his name as the tremors of my release overtake my body.

He claims my lips, hungrily swallowing my sounds while his tongue mimics the thrusts of his hips as they meet mine. Our rhythm becomes erratic as he tenses, and groans. Cum is sliding down my legs, and we’re both dripping with sweat.

He places his forehead against mine to catch his breath eventually pulling away and looking at the mess we have made. Once again, we didn’t use any protection, but I don’t care. The image of being with this man, of raising a family of little mini-Chords, who swagger around with their little dark suits and cocky attitudes, doesn’t scare me. I want it all with him.

Notice I don't say mini-Abbies? Even I know my limits. I couldn't handle a mini-me. Nope, all baby mobsters for me.

“Not how I saw myself making love to you again, firecracker, but this room must hold some sort of special voodoo magic,” he says as he tucks himself back into his slacks and arranges my dress to cover my body. “Fucking isn’t what usually happens in here, but that’s all I want to do with you.”

“You have to admit, my plan to pay you back for dragging my ass down here the first time was brilliant. And Rykermayhave helped me a little,” I confess.

“I’ll admit no such thing,” he says, his mouth twitching in an effort not to smile. I’m sure it’s not every day someone outwits Chord Gallo. He knows it was epic.

We look at each other, each of us grinning as if we have some special secret. His hands rest possessively on my thighs. Who knew he could have such a beautiful, genuine smile of happiness? I’ve never seen it. A smirk, yes. An asshole grin, yes. But never a smile with teeth and dimples for days. It looks so good on him, and I feel a sense of pride because I know I’m the reason for it.

“Firecracker,youare my world. I thought that this,” he waves his hands around the room, “was all I ever wanted. It was all I’d ever worked for until I met you, but it means nothing without you by my side. Never leave me again, because I will drag you back and spank your ass red.” He warns with a threatening glare.

“Ugh, you can’t profess something as important as undying love, then ruin it with a threat to spank me, Chord.” I narrow my eyes on him.

He grasps my chin, “I don’t give a fuck. That’s who I am, and I’ll own it. I’m also controlling, possessive, and bossy,” he states matter-of-factly. “Despite being an asshole, one thing you should never doubt is my love for you. Everything I do and say from here forward, both inside our bedroom and out, will be because I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too. So much.” I know I’m grinning like a loon because I’m so happy right now. “I’m a lot. I know I can be really hard-headed, and bitchy; but please don’t change who you are for me. Ever. I needthisChord,” I admit, pointing my finger in his chest. “Iwantmy bossy Chord.”

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