Page 60 of The Billionaire's Heart

“Ian, please.”

“What do you need, sweetheart? Tell me.” I pump in and out slowly driving her crazy. I lean down and pull in a nipple as she arches into me. “Is this what you want?” I nip at it and she moans. “Or would you like a little bit more of this?” I pump harder into her and she moans even louder. “How about both?” I draw her nipple into my mouth with my teeth, biting down a bit harder as I slam my cock into her depths, making sure to hit her clit with my pelvic bone.

“IAN!”

I can feel the pull in my balls and her channel start to milk my cock. “FUCK!” I empty into the end of the condom as her walls spasm against me drawing every drop from me.

As the high starts to subside, we’re both panting, sweaty, and I’ve never felt more alive in my life.

This is not the time to tell her how I feel, but holy shit, I want to. She makes me feel alive. Like something I’ve never felt before and it should scare the shit out of me, but it doesn’t.

“I must be squishing you.” I move to lie next to her as I pull out of her and dispose of the condom in the garbage can next to my bed. I hate to lose this connection with her. “Are you okay?”

She turns and palms my face. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be? That was amazing.” She caresses my whiskery beard and I lean into her touch. “Are you okay?”

I shake my head. “I’m just so afraid you’re not real.”

She smirks. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

Last night was amazing. She feels something for me, too, and right now I’m on cloud nine. I’ve never felt like this for someone else, and it’s so foreign to me, but it feels otherworldly. It sounds weird to say that in my head since it’s so new between us and I’ve been alone for such a long time. I don’t want to mess this up because I have a feeling that if I do, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.

As I watch Mia sleep in my bed next to me with her head on my chest and legs wrapped around me, I realize I’m not going to go back to sleep and if she catches me staring at her sleeping, she might think that is creepy.

Instead, I decide I can get my workout in early so that we can have breakfast together. I kiss her shoulder and then gently climb out of bed to not wake her up, grab my phone, and make my way to the downstairs gym to get in an hour of cardio before I need to get to work. As I’m about to open my music app, a text message that must have come in last night catches my eye.

Eric:I quit.

"Fuck me." I say out loud to no one. My day has now gone to complete shit in a fucking nanosecond. I wasn’t planning on flying out to Seattle this week, but it looks like I have no choice and the Bahamas deal will have to take a backseat.

I’m able to get in five miles on the treadmill in record time because of my anger at having to leave Mia and fly clear across the country to handle this mess. Eric Thompson was highly recommended to run my west coast division of Gallo Enterprises, but I should have seen the writing on the wall months ago when he started dropping the ball on that housing project for low-income families.

He excelled in the custom home jobs, the ones where the clients are some of the Hollywood elite, but when it came to helping out the middle to low-income customers, he didn’t give them the attention they deserved. So, it shouldn't surprise me he quit in a text message. Chickenshit.

After finishing my run, I go upstairs and find Mia still asleep in my bed. She’s beautiful here. I want her here every night for the rest of my life.

She starts to stir as I sit on the bed next to her. “Sweetheart, I need you to wake up.”

“No.” she grumbles.

I smirk at her. Seems she’s not a morning person. Maybe it’s just that I kept her up way too long last night and then woke her up again a few hours ago. It was worth it to me.

“Come on, sweetheart. I need to talk to you. Make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m fine. Go away.” She flips over, facing the other side of the bed.

“I have to go to Seatle later this morning.” That wakes her up as she sits up, pulling the sheet with her.

“Why?”

“There she is. Good morning, beautiful.” I kiss her forehead.

“Why do you have to go to Seatle? Did something happen?”

I nod, “Yes. My division manager based in Seattle quit last night via a text message, the asshole, and I have a large project building low-income housing that’s already behind schedule. I need to go out there for a few days.” I can see the disappointment on her face, even though she tries to hide it. “I’ll be back by Friday night, I promise. But I need to go see what kind of fucked up mess he left behind and I need to find his replacement. I’m so sorry, Mia.”

She smooths my sweaty shirt across my chest and smiles up at me, “Don’t. This is your company, and you need to take care of it. Besides, I’ll be busy the next few days building my own company.” She winks at me.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”

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