Page 172 of The Playboy Billionaire

“Even better now, I know you’re going to be here every night when I get home,” he says, pulling me into his arms and dropping a kiss on my lips.

I smile against his mouth, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue stealing into my mouth, teasing mine. I groan as he pulls me flush against him, his cock pressed against my stomach, showing me exactlyhowpleased.

We make quick work of our clothes, Cal laying me out on the large rug in his living area. My throws, cushions, and photographs are now strategically placed around the apartment.

“Beautiful,” he says, looking down at me. I graze my nails down his chest, teasing his nipples until they are hard pebbles under my fingertips. He draws one of mine into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue while his thumb torments the other.

When we are both panting, he lifts one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder. He leans forward and groans as the tip of his cock grazes my wet entrance. He slides in easily, mybody welcoming his. I bite my lip at the sensation, my fingers digging into his forearms.

“That’s so deep,” he groans, and I move my hands to link them behind his neck, pulling him down towards me. My flexibility means he slides in deeper as I draw his face to mine, letting out an even deeper groan as I split with him deep inside me.

“Fuck me,” he says, making me chuckle.

“I thought that was what I was doing?” I say, capturing his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking down, my leg between our shoulders.

He rolls his hips and deepens our kiss, our tongues tangling while he slides in and out of my pussy. I untangle my leg from his shoulder and wrap my legs around his hips. We pick up our pace, and I rotate my hips until he’s hitting the magic spot only Caleb can find. I moan into his mouth as his pubic bone connects with my clit.

“I love you,” I tell him breathlessly as my orgasm slams into me.

He picks up the pace, his hands sliding under my ass as he buries his head in my neck, pulling me onto him, my quivering pussy milking him until he finally lets out a yell and empties himself into me.

“I love you too, little dancer,” he says, rolling onto his back and pulling me with him, our bodies still joined.

I love the feeling of him buried between my legs almost as much as I love the way he’s found his way into my heart.

“So now we’ve come out of hiding, and the world knows about Capril, or is that Apleb,” he says, making me chuckle. “How long do you think it will take for me to convince you to marry me?”

“A month,” I tell him, dropping a kiss on his lips. His mouth curls up in a smile.

“Why a month?”

“Because if I say yes now, it’s too desperate, and I want you to surprise me.”

Cal’s hands slide into my hair, and he pulls me down for another breath-stealing kiss.

“I can work with that,” he says, and he promptly shows me once again how much he loves me.

EPILOGUE

ELIJAH

My phone rings, and I drop my head.

What the fuck does she want?

I answer with a grunt.

“Is that any way to answer the phone to your ex-wife?”

She laughs, and my skin crawls.

“What the fuck do you want, Darra? I’m busy.”

“I just thought I’d give you a congratulatory call. My solicitor just called. Our divorce is finalised. You’re free.”

I sink back into my chair. I knew it was going through today. Our final divorce order. My sham of a marriage is finally over.

“I wanted to thank you for the villa in Tuscany and the apartment in London. Shame about the cottage on the estate, but as your mother pointed out, that’s in trust. Lottie will get that eventually, so I class that as a win.”

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