Page 22 of Billionaire's Surprise

“Protection, Em. I want nothing more than to fill you with my cum and plant my baby in you, but not yet. We’re not there yet. I want time with you, just you and me before we have to share.”

“Okay,” I gasped. Yeah… He was right, even if a little part of me wanted him to get me pregnant. Or try. Yes, lots of trying…

My eyes went wide when he stood beside the bed, and I watched him take off his pants. I’d felt his cock beneath my hand today, but seeing it… My tongue shot over my bottom lip, wetting it before I swallowed hard. He was…magnificent. Hard. Long. Thick.

I breathed raggedly, thinking of how much pleasure that shaft would bring me—but only because it was attached to the most perfect man I’d ever met.

“You still okay?” he asked. He’d grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and now ripped it open with his teeth. Quickly, he rolled it on, and I almost frowned at the travesty of covering his length.

“Uh-huh. Yup. Very okay.” I held out my arms, wanting him cradled against my body again, wanting him in me, needing him to take me and make me belong to him.

He hummed as he covered me. “Em, you feel so fucking good.”

“So do you. I need you… Now, Fraser.”

He nodded. His hand cupped the back of my neck, and he covered my lips with his. I felt his glans line up with my opening, and I shuddered a breath.

Fray drew back slightly. “Okay?”

“Yes,” I hissed. “I’m ready. I want you so bad.”

“You’ll always have me. I’m yours; you’re mine.”

I drew him back down to me. “I want you. In me. Now.” I kissed him. “Please.”

Watching me, he pushed forward in response. I expected him to go a little at a time. Hesitate. But he just slowly, steadily pushed forward, never breaking eye contact. It was the most momentous, intimate, shattering, perfect moment of my life. He didn’t stop until he was in me to the hilt. I gasped, so full of him, so exquisitely full.

“Okay?” he asked, as we panted together.

“It’s perfect.” Every breath, reminded me of how deep he was, how stretched I was. “You feel so…good,” I groaned. He moved, and I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders while I arched beneath him. “Oh my God! Good. Yes, keep doing that.”

He guided me to move with him as he started shallow thrusts. As we gained our rhythm, our frenzy grew, and before I knew it, he was fucking me hard, and deep and just so right.

“I knew you’d be perfect. I knew it,” he rasped. “You. Feel. So. Good. Around me. Squeezing me. God, Em.” Each word was punctuated with a drive, and my eyes rolled back.

Like a tsunami, my climax thundered toward me, out of control and overwhelming, threatening destruction. The waves washed over me, bowling me over, and I clasped onto Fray, anchoring to him and taking him with me as my pussy clenched around his length and pulled him into the storm.

“Emerson,” Fray groaned into my neck as we collapse together. He rolled to his side, his arms tight around me. He cradled me to his chest, his cock still lodged deep inside me. We pressed together, clutching each other tightly, his face in my hair and mine against his chest.

Tomorrow would come, but in this moment, we were one, and he was…my everything.

Eleven

Fray

Time was moving far too quickly. We’d spent almost our entire day at sea in bed, even going so far as to have Marco bring all of our meals into the room and leave them in the sitting area. Now that I’d claimed Emerson as mine, I couldn’t handle the thought of letting her go.

The ship would be docking in Grand Cayman today, and as much as I wanted to show her the world, I couldn’t help wishing I could just continue showing her pleasure instead.

Emerson stirred next to me, her hand sliding over my chest before she’d even opened her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“Good morning,” I whispered, placing a soft kiss to her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Happy,” she answered. “And maybe a little sore.”

“Was I too rough with you last night?” I asked, my hand skimming along her bare hip. We were always vigorous, but on a few occasions, I knew I’d been harder than I probably should be. Her body just responded so well to mine. It was so natural between us that it was easy to forget she didn’t have much experience, something she’d confessed in the dark the nightwe’d first had sex. It was easy enough to remember I’d be her last, though.

“No! You weren’t!” Her eyes flew open, her gaze searching for mine. “You were perfect. You are perfect.”

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