Page 42 of The Billionaire and the Runaway

“Is it…always that good?” she asks with a giggle.

I laugh and pull back to look down at her, bracing myself with my hand, so I don’t crush her small frame beneath me.

“No, Ariana, it’s not always that good,” I reply as I lean down and place a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Oh,” she grumbles.

I look back into her eyes. “I mean, I’ve never had that with any other woman.” I slowly pull out of her, trying not to hurt her. I roll us over and she curls into my side like she was made to fit there.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” she says as she circles my navel with her finger.

“Do what?” I ask, kissing the top of her head.

“Orgasm multiple times,” she whispers, and I don’t have to look at her to know she’s blushing.

“We unlocked a new skill tonight, huh?” I say with a laugh.

She shrugs. “I guess so.”

“You sore?” I ask as I run a single finger down the bumps of her spine.

“A little, but not bad,” she says. “I thought it would hurt more. I’m glad you took your time.”

I place a finger under her chin and draw her head up so I can look into her eyes. “I would never do anything to hurt you, not intentionally. I will promise you that.” I lean down and place a kiss on her lips.

Pulling the covers over us, I continue running my hand up and down her back. Just when I think she’s about to fall asleep, she sits straight up and gasps.

“Thor! We left Thor in my room!” she yelps as she jumps out of bed naked and starts running out of the room with a slight limp from her bad ankle. I admit, I ogle her backside for a good three seconds before I follow her.

When I get to her room, she’s already holding the little kitten against her chest and looking up at me.

“We can’t leave him alone. Barkley certainly isn’t going to feed him, are you?” she says glancing down at my dog who’s still passed out on the rug in front of the bed.

“Come on. We’ll go pre-load a few syringes of milk and then get him fed and tucked back in. Go take him back to my bed, and I’ll get it sorted,” I state as I motion for her to get back to my room.

She shakes her head and shivers. “No, I need to know how to make his formula.”

I pull the blanket on the bed and wrap it around her and Thor, running my hands up and down her upper arms to warm her.

“OK, come on,” I say as I walk downstairs.

“Aren’t you, like, cold?” she asks as she follows me. I turn just in time to catch her and the kitten as she trips over the blanket.

“Oops!” she cries out, keeping Thor tucked against her.

“Come on, little catastrophe. Let’s go feed Thor,” I say as I pick her up and carry them both downstairs.

She giggles. “I swear, I’m more of a klutz than normal. I’ll get better as I learn things.”

I kiss the top of her head and set her on the counter. “You already are learning things. And I don’t care if you are a klutz. I just want you to be safe.”

I pull out the materials and start filling syringes. I place a few in the refrigerator and show Ariana how I warm them in hot water before I hand her one. She feeds Thor, talking softly to him and rubbing his little head as he feeds.

“That’s a good boy,” she whispers. She looks up at me and grins. “He’s so cute.”

“He is. Come on, let’s tuck him back in and get you warmed up,” I state as I pick her back up and carry them to my room. We set Thor in his box that I’ve placed in my room and then I lead Ariana into my bathroom where I turn on the shower.

“Wow! Your bathroom is impressive,” she says as she looks around us.

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