Page 58 of Billionaire Boss's One Night Stand

“You’re not handling anything yourself,” I vowed. “Because I do love you. And we’re going to do this together.”

Before she could argue, I closed the distance between us, pressing my lips to hers. They were wet from the rain, but they were warm and sweet. Like coming home.

“Matt…” she whispered on an exhale. Keeping her eyes closed, her brow resting against mine, she seemed to hesitate. “I don’t want to play games or?—”

I kissed her again while holding my hand out for a ride. We were right there, standing in the rain so near the curb, and it wasn’t how I envisioned the rest of my life starting.

“No games,” I told her as a driver pulled up.

I held her hand, leading her into the car so I could take her home. Not to a hotel. Not back to the office so we could find another empty conference room. But to my home. Where she and our child would always belong.

In the backseat, we kissed and stayed as close as possible. She didn’t climb onto my lap like she seemed eager to, and I accommodated her by slanting her back against the seat, making out with her like she was the breath of fresh air I’d been waiting for. Like she was all I needed to stay sane.

When we arrived at my building, we didn’t part. We still couldn’t get enough of each other, and I prayed it would always be like this between us. Hot, quick, undeniably needy.

Kissing hard and holding each other close, we waited for the elevator. Then in the ride up, I hoisted her into my arms and pressed her against the wall for better leverage. Puddles remained in our wake. My shoes squelched and squeaked as I carried her straight into my apartment.

This was more like it. Alone together, where I could be as open and honest as I wanted.

I’d never brought a woman home. Never. And it was just right that she would be my first—and last. Because I’d be damned if she left.

“No games,” I repeated as I lowered her to stand.

She shook her head in agreement.

“I love you, Loren.” I didn’t stop her hands from tugging at my clothes. All I could do was try to keep up and pull at her garments.

“I love you, too,” she whispered. “I shouldn’t. I tried to talk myself out of it. I keep thinking it’s just lust. And a little bit of admiration at the office. You’ve made an impression on me from the moment we met, before I knew who you were, but it has to be love.”

I nodded, frustrated with the slowness of getting our wet clothes off. I wouldn’t deny her what she wanted. Her greedy but clumsy fingers on my pants suggested that she wanted me naked. I couldn’t wait to get us dry so I could show her how I desired her. But nothing worked. Soaked fabric clung and bunched up, not cooperating.

“It is love. I know because I’ve never felt this before. Ever. For anyone.”

She growled, tired of my struggles to ease her clothes off. She ripped her blouse, taking her thin bra with it, and let it fall in a sloppy pile to the floor.

“Iloveyou, Loren,” I repeated. Every time I said it, I felt better and bolder. That I could be the one man in the world who could have a right to say it.

She smiled, sexy and sweet, as she reached for the unzipped part of my pants. Tugging me toward her, she teased, “Show me.”

23

LOREN

Warning bells didn’t ring. No red flags popped up to warn me. As I kissed Matt, moaning at the pressure of his hot lips over mine, I fell back.

He caught me easily, trapping me against his hot chest. I’d gotten his shirt off, but he almost tripped with his pants and boxers sliding down to hang at his knees.

It was all happening so fast. One minute, I was mad at him. The next, I was floating high on a cloud of knowing I had him with me again. One minute, I was hurt that he walked away at all, and the next, I was chastising myself for being too rash to judge him for needing a moment with my news of a pregnancy.

We were back and forth with so many emotions, but that wasn’t a sign of trouble.

Hehadcome back. And I knew, deep down, that he always would.

Words ceased to matter as he walked me through this place and into his room. I knew, vaguely, that this had to be his home, but I was too impatient to reunite with him to look around. He was all I wanted to focus on. His hands stroking over me as he shoved my panties and skirt off my legs. His mouth stubborn against mine as his tongue entered to slide and playwith mine. And all those hard muscles, slippery from the rain, as he bumped into me and coaxed me into what seemed to be his bedroom.

Wrapped up in his arms, I fell to the bed with him. He didn’t let me take the brunt of the fall, and as I got my balance, I leaned up on top of him, excited that I was straddling him.

His long cock stood up to attention, beckoning me closer.

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