Page 65 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Eva's hands reached for me, her touch sending sparks of pleasure through my body. She ran her fingers along the waistband of my briefs, her breath hot and ragged as she whispered, "I want to touch you. All of you."

I obliged, pushing down my underwear, freeing my throbbing cock. It sprang forward, eager and ready, and Eva's eyes widened further, a mix of surprise and delight. "Oh, Dominic," she breathed, her fingers tentatively tracing the length of my shaft.

I hissed at the contact, my body arching towards her touch. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to feel your hands on me."

Her exploration became bolder, her strokes firmer, and I reveled in the sensation of her small hands gliding up and down my length. I wanted to give her the same pleasure, so I reached for the clasp of her bra, unhooking it with trembling fingers. Her breasts spilled free, full and heavy, the nipples already taut with desire.

I lowered my head, taking a taut peak into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue. Eva arched her back, her hands threading through my hair, urging me on. I switched to the other breast, lavishing it with equal attention, while my hand traveled down her body, seeking the heat between her thighs.

I found her wetness, her panties already soaked with her arousal. I stroked her through the fabric, and she bucked against my hand, her breath coming in short gasps. "Please, Dominic," she pleaded, "I need more."

I couldn't deny her, not when I wanted the same. I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, revealing her glistening sex. Her lips were swollen, and I could see her desire, a testament to her need for me.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I looked into her eyes, seeking her consent. She nodded, her green eyes dark with passion. "Yes, Dominic. Please, now."

I thrust forward, filling her in one smooth motion, our bodies becoming one. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, as I began to move, setting a slow, steady rhythm. Herwalls clenched around me, milking my cock, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control.

"You feel so good," I grunted, my voice hoarse with need. "So tight, Eva. Like you were made for me."

She met my thrusts, her hips rising to greet each stroke, her hands exploring my back, her nails leaving fiery trails. "Harder, Dominic," she begged, "Please, give it to me harder."

I obliged, my restraint shattering as I pounded into her, our bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. The bed creaked beneath us, a testament to the ferocity of our passion. I reached between us, finding her clit, and began to rub in time with my thrusts.

Eva's breath hitched, her body tensing as she spiraled towards her climax. "Oh God, I'm close," she panted, her head thrown back, her auburn hair fanning out across the pillow.

"Come for me, Eva," I urged, my own orgasm building to an unbearable peak. "Let go, let me feel you come around me."

Her walls clamped down on my cock, milking me as her orgasm ripped through her. I felt her pussy pulsate around my shaft, and it was all I could do to hold on. With a final, powerful thrust, I surrendered to my own release, my body convulsing as I emptied myself deep within her.

We lay entangled, our hearts racing, our breath mingling. I brushed the sweat-dampened hair from her forehead, my lips finding hers in a tender kiss. "That was incredible," I whispered, my voice rough with post-coital satisfaction.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with contentment. "It was, but we're not done yet, Dominic. Not with the investigation or..." Her eyes trailed down my body, taking in my still semi-erect cock. "Or with this."

I grinned, my body already stirring at the prospect of another round. "Oh, we're definitely not done, my dear Eva. Not by a long shot."

As I leaned in to claim her lips once more, the files and the looming threat to Kane Enterprises faded from my mind, replaced by the all-consuming desire to explore every inch of Eva's body and to protect her from whatever dangers lay ahead. Together, we would face the challenges, united in our passion and determination.

Just as the night begins to settle, my phone buzzes with a new message. The number is unlisted, the words cutting through the fragile calm like a knife:

“Conrad is just the beginning. Your time is running out.”

I read the text twice, the implications sinking in like a lead weight.

“What is it?” Eva asks, her voice laced with unease.

I show her the screen, and her face pales.

“This isn’t over,” I say, my voice grim.

“No,” she agrees, her tone resolute. “It’s just getting started.”

The weight of the text message sinks in, its words searing into my mind like a brand. I reread it, hoping the threat doesn’t hit as hard the second time.

"Conrad is just the beginning. Your time is running out."

I grip the phone tightly, my knuckles whitening. This isn’t just a taunt. It’s calculated, meant to distract and provoke. But it’s not going to work. Not this time.

Across the room, Eva’s expression shifts from unease to determination. She rises from the couch and crosses to my side, her hand brushing mine to ground me. “Dominic,” she says softly, her voice cutting through the silence. “What do we do now?”

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