Page 260 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

Her eyes widened. “No.” She knewexactlywhat he was talking about. She shook her head. “NO.”

He looked at her under his lashes.

Oh my.

Her Greek billionaire was giving her his own version of a puppy look.

Oh, oh, oh, my.

“Fine.” She closed her eyes. Looking at him, she said, “RAWR.” And this time, she had actual claws, albeit padded, to do it with. And then she saw the phone in his hand.

“Damen!” She tried swiping the phone out of his hold, but Damen had stretched his arm up, making it impossible for her to reach.

“And you know what the good thing about this is, sweetheart?” His lips slowly curved in a smirk. “My phone’s capable of using video screensavers.”

“Nooooo!”

Laughing, he quickly placed the phone on top of one of the room’s wall-mounted shelves, far above Mairi’s reach. And then he was carrying her to bed.

“I love you,” he murmured. “This was the most fantastic birthday I’ve ever had.”

She peeked at his face. “You mean it?” She had been nervous, wondering if he would be disappointed by howsimpletheir celebration was. But he had been held up in the office the whole day because of a business emergency, and she had worried he would be too tired afterwards to attend an actual party, even if it was in his honor.

He nodded. “It is. And now, I really need to get you out of this suit.” Turning Mairi on her back, he unzipped the suit, taking the time to kiss every inch of skin he exposed, causing Mairi to shiver. After, he helped her out of it and when she was down to her underwear, it was her turn to undress him. Even though they had been married for over a year now, her fingers still ended up fumbling on the buttons, her desire and love for Damen making her nervous.

“You still haven’t changed,” he murmured.

Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.”

“It wasn’t a complaint, sweetheart. Far from it.”

“Hmph.” But she ended up giggling when he suddenly leaned forward and bit her neck as if in punishment for doubting him.

“I think it’s time we do away with these, too.” A second later, he was ripping her lacy underwear away from her body.

Mairi gasped. “Those were new!”

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“But...” She didn’t know whether to be amused or exasperated. “You could have just made me take them off!”

He raised a brow. “Where’d be the fun in that if I did?” And then he didn’t let her speak anymore, ending the rest of her protest with a deep and hungry kiss.

With a sigh, she surrendered to her husband’s kiss, her arms going around his neck. Their bodies connected, the contact making her moan.

She really only had to feel Damen’s naked body against her, Mairi thought dizzily, and it was all over for her. By the time Damen released her mouth, she was gasping for breath, and when his mouth trailed down her body, she became even dizzier. He was practically devouring her, hungrily sucking on her neck, so hard that he was sure to be leaving marks all over it again. And oh, her breasts, the way he kneaded them, and her nipples, the way he suckled them—-

“Damen, please...” There wasn’t ever a time he failed to make her beg for more. And the thought that he would make her beg for the rest of her life—-

Thank You, God.

Above her, Damen stilled. “What,” he rasped out, “are you thanking God for?”

Oh, sheesh. Had she said those words out loud? She shook her head vehemently. “Nothing.”

He raised one elegant brow. “Mairi.”

Drat. When he used that kind of voice, she just knew he wouldn’t budge until she answered, and he would also know if she was lying.

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