Page 128 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Lowering myself onto the couch beside her, I exhale slowly, searching for the right words. “We need to talk about this. About Reyes and his games.” I tug at the knot of my tie, loosening it further, as if releasing myself from the constraints of this suffocating situation.

Eva leans back into the cushions, her shoulders relaxing slightly as she keeps her eyes on me. “I know. It’s just… it’s a lot to process,” she admits.

“I know it is,” I say gently. “But we can’t let him win. Reyes is trying to drive a wedge between us, to make you doubt me.” My voice drops, the weight of the admission settling between us. “He sent that file to you for a reason, Eva. He’s trying to manipulate you, to make you question everything.”

Her fingers twist together in her lap as she nods slowly. “I know. But… why me? Why not send it to you directly?”

I lean in, my tone dropping to a husky whisper. “Because he knows I won’t fall for his tricks. He’s playing on your insecurities, hoping to plant doubt. He wants you to walk away, to leave me.”

Her brows knit together as she studies my face, her sharp mind no doubt dissecting every word. But then, as if some invisible wall gives way, her body relaxes, and she exhales softly. “I won’t leave, Dominic. Not now, not ever. I’m in this with you, no matter what.”

Her words hit me with more force than I expect, soothing an anxiety I hadn’t even realized was building. But with that relief comes a deeper ache—something raw and unyielding. Eva has become my constant, my light in the darkness, and the thought of losing her is unbearable.

Without thinking, I reach out, letting my fingers graze her cheek. Her skin is soft, warm, and she leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut briefly, as if savoring the moment. “Eva,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.

Her lips part slightly, and I see the flicker of desire in her green eyes—a mirror of my own longing. I don’t wait for an invitation. Instead, I close the distance between us, capturing her lips in a kiss that’s both tender and fierce.

As the kiss deepened, Eva shifted, her legs sliding over mine until she straddled my lap. The feel of her thighs on either side of me sent a jolt of electricity through my body. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, holding her firmly against me. I could feel the heat of her core through the thin fabric of our clothes, a tantalizing tease that only fueled my desire.

She began to move, a slow, sensual grind that had my breath catching in my throat. Her hips rocked against me, a deliberate, torturous rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was hard, achingly so, my cock straining against my pants, desperate for release.

"Eva," I groaned, my hands sliding up her thighs, beneath the hem of her dress. Her skin was like silk, and I relished the feel of her, the way she trembled slightly under my touch.

"Mmm, Dominic," she purred, her hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer. "I need you. Please..."

Her plea was like a match to the kindling of my desire. I wanted to give her everything, to show her how much she meant to me. My hands found the zipper at the back of her dress, and with a swift motion, I slid it down, baring her shoulders and the lacy black bra that hugged her curves.

Eva arched into my touch, her breath coming in short gasps as I trailed kisses along her jawline, down the slender column of her neck. I nipped at the sensitive skin, earning a soft cry of pleasure from her. My hands cupped her breasts, weighing them, feeling the heaviness of her desire.

"You're so beautiful," I murmured against her skin, my thumbs brushing over her nipples, now hard and straining against the lace. "Let me worship you, Eva. Let me show you how much I need you."

She nodded, her eyes hooded with desire. "Yes, please... take what you want."

I kissed my way down her body, my lips tracing a path of fire across her collarbone, over the swell of her breasts. I paused, my breath hot against her skin as I gently bit down on the lace, tugging it gently with my teeth. Eva arched her back, offering herself to me, her hands threading through my hair, guiding me.

With a growl of desire, I pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts, full and heavy, the nipples puckered and begging for attention. I took one into my mouth, suckling gently at first, then with increasing fervor as her hands urged me on. Her taste, the feel of her, was driving me wild.

"Oh, God, Dominic," she panted, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "Your mouth... it's so good."

I switched to her other breast, lavishing attention on the neglected peak, while my hands roamed lower, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her lower back. I wanted to explore every inch of her, to leave no part of her untouched.

Eva's hips undulated against me, her movements becoming more urgent as her desire peaked. I could feel her wetness through the fabric of her panties, a delicious torment that had me straining against my own restraint.

"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse with need. "I need to feel you inside me."

I growled, the sound deep and primal, as I stood, lifting her with me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her dress pooling at her feet, leaving her nearly naked, save for the scrap of lace covering her core. I carried her to the bedroom, my mouth never leaving hers, our kisses growing more desperate with each step.

The bed welcomed us, soft and inviting, and I laid her down gently, my body covering hers, our kisses becoming a battle for dominance. I wanted to claim her, to brand her as mine, and she responded with equal fervor, her hands roaming over my body, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

My hands found the waistband of her panties, and with a swift motion, I tore them away, baring her to me. Her pussy was glistening, the lips swollen and parted, inviting me in. I positioned myself between her thighs, my cock throbbing as I teased her entrance, rubbing the head against her wetness.

"Please, Dominic," she pleaded, her hips lifting, seeking the connection we both craved.

With one smooth thrust, I sank into her, filling her in one delicious stroke. She was hot, tight, and so wet, her walls clenching around me as I buried myself deep within her.

"Fuck, Eva," I groaned, my eyes closing as I savored the sensation. "You feel so good."

She moved beneath me, her hands digging into my back, urging me on. I began to move, my hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, each stroke eliciting a soft cry from her lips. I wanted to go slow, to savor every moment, but the hunger between us was too much.

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