Page 29 of Christmas With A Billionaire

His growl pushed into the back of my throat as he kissed me with fervor, pulling my blouse off my shoulders. Tyson’s mouth tracked hot kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. “I want to take my time with you. Learn every inch. Make you forget anyone else ever touched you.”

“We have all night,” I arched into him as his hands found bare skin. “And tomorrow. And every day after that.”

He pulled back, his dark eyes intense. “Say that again.”

“Every day, Ty.” I framed his face in my hands. “I’m done pretending I don’t want forever with you.”

Something fierce and tender crossed his face. Then he kissed me again, pouring love, want, and need into our connection. My blouse hit the floor, followed by his belt. Each piece of clothing removed felt like stepping closer to something inevitable.

“Wait,” he said against my mouth. “Not here. Not like this.”

“Why not?”

“Because the first time I make love to you isn’t going to be on a table.” He stepped back, chest heaving. “Come home with me.”

I slid off the table on shaky legs. “Tyson...”

“I want to do this right.” He grabbed our clothes, helping me back into my blouse. “I want to take you to dinner properly. Court you the way you deserve.”

“We’ve had twenty years of dinners.” I caught his hand. “Twenty years of friendship and trust and building something real. I don’t need courting. I just need you.”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Are you sure? Because once we cross this line...”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” I kissed him softly. “Take me home.”

Chapter 12

Autumn

The drive to his penthouse passed in charged hunger; his hand was steady on my thigh while mine rubbed his thigh, grabbed at his belt, and slipped between his legs to grip the log in his pants. His gaze lowered on me, a warning of caution as desire whirled in his soul. I was needy, and it was all I could do to keep from jumping into his lap and causing a scene on the highway.

In the elevator, he pressed me against the wall, stealing kisses that left me dizzy and yearning for his thrusts. By the time we reached his door, we were both breathing hard.

Tyson carried me across the threshold, somehow maintaining composure but clearly on the edge of his passion for me. “Are you still sure?”

I answered by pulling his mouth into mine for another hungry, heart-throbbing kiss, and he responded with the type of want I’d dreamed of receiving from him. Our clothes flew desperately, and he slowed long enough to drink in the sight of me. I bit my bottom lip, watching his irises darken each time they landed on another part of my skin. At my breasts, a gutturalsound drifted from him, and I wound my hips, unable to wait patiently any longer.

“Give it to me, Tyson.”

His gaze drove back to mine, and his long strides carried us across the room where my back was pinned to the wall. Tyson entered me in one driving, deep thrust, tearing a gasp from my mouth, my eyes widening, and my heart ricocheting at his intense intrusion.

“Ooooooh, my God.”

I moaned with the voice notes of an opera singer, followed by a hiss as my pussy squeezed his dick in response to his impalement.

“Have mercy!” I shouted. My fingers gripped his shoulders, my nails embedded in his muscular flesh.

“We can’t go back,” he murmured against my chin, peppering kisses there as if to soothe me from the onslaught of his rocking pleasure. “I can’t let you go now. I can’t…”

He pulled out and drove in repeatedly, pushing a hard stroke with each new plummet. The walls drummed at the force of his power, and my skin burned from the whips of our flesh.

“Aaaaah, Tyson!”

“Tell me you don’t want to go back.”

I shook my head as he fucked me hard. “I don’t. I don’t. I don’t! Ooou!”

“Promise me, baby.” He dug into me. “I want everything from you.” He added angled thrusts that made my eyes roll and my ears pop. “I want your friendship, your heart, your love, and this pussy.”

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