Page 105 of Resisting the Billionaire

He pushes his hips up to sink further in, but I retreat, using his shoulders as leverage to lift myself.

“Patience,” I tell him, repeating his same words from earlier.

He grips my hips, panting lightly, waiting for me to bear down on him once more, and rewards me generously when I do.

With my chest level with his face, he leans forward to capture a nipple in his mouth, bringing one hand up to shape my breast.

My intention to go slow is shattered in the wake of the masterful way he licks and sucks me, his other hand on my waist guiding me into a steady rhythm.

I gasp as he switches breasts, his cock filling me so deeply, all I know is him. This man who gives so freely, loves unconditionally. He’smyfantasy.

My nails dig into his skin, his groan of pleasure unlocking something within me, and I ride him harder, wild now. Chasing that elusive thrill, my body is primed and ready to reach that peak.

He sucks my nipples gently, the juxtaposition between his tender actions there and the way he thrusts his hips up from below… God, does he have any idea what he does to me? Tingles race down my spine, my back arching to press myself closer. And when he moves his fingers from my waist around to play with my clit, it’s all over from there.

“Gabriel,” I moan, clutching tightly at his shoulders, the climax rising, rising. I glance down, his expression focused, and stroke a hand softly down his jaw until he looks up at me, bending down to capture his lips in a kiss that sends us both over the edge.

He groans his love for me, and I swallow the sound down, kissing him deeply, wanting to preserve this moment as I tense around him, his body shuddering with pleasure.

We’re unable to stop, even as we come down from our highs, the connection between us stronger than it’s ever been, his palms roaming my backside, my hands cupping his face as we explore each other’s mouths. There’s no worry any longer if what we’re doing is right or wrong, because he’s mine now. The same as I’m his. This time forever.

“I love you,” I whisper, finally sitting back against his thighs, tracing my palms down the hard planes of his chest, already anticipating a thorough investigation of every muscle on him later. Especially those biceps.

“Love you,” he grins, leaning forward one last time to kiss me. The blue of his eyes seems brighter, dancing with happiness.

I have a feeling things are only going to get happier from here.

“You have mail.”

Diana pokes her head in my office, her gaze briefly straying to Gabriel’s tall form seated across from me at my desk, before walking forward and placing an envelope in front of me.

She hasn’t said anything about my new boyfriend being here with me every day this week, but that’s probably because she’s suddenly knee-deep in flower arrangement orders. Once Gabriel got access to the contacts in his old phone again, he’s single-mindedly brought us both a ton of new business, reaching out to everyone he knows.

And when I say everyone, I meaneveryone. I saw firsthand at that party he took me to that he knows plenty of people, but I didn’t truly understand the extent of his network. Anybody who’s anybody in New York knows Gabriel in some fashion, and with all the little favors he’s done for others over the years, plenty were happy to take him up on his suggestion of trying me out to plan their next event, and by extension, Diana’s flowers.

I have more parties than I know what to do with, but they’re the best kind - with unlimited budgets and the freedom to go big with creativity. And with my new assistant to help me - a.k.a. Gabriel - I’m actually able to do it all.

I stare at the letter on my desk, a shiver racing down my spine at the return address.Harold Bishop. Has he found out about us?

“Open it,” Gabriel says after Diana shuts the door and heads back to her register. “Like you’re ripping off a bandaid.”

I let out a breath, willing my body to relax as I do what he says, a paper fluttering out between us on the desk. “It’s just my last check.”

I pick it up, the welcome zeros at the end easing the corner of my mind that’s still worried about my past debts, both to the bank and my parents. This money will wipe out the rest of that, putting me back in the clear. A chance to start anew.

“What’s wrong?”

I glance up, finding Gabriel studying me intently. “What?”

“You’ve got this wrinkle here.” He reaches out and gently strokes the spot between my eyebrows where yes, it turns out I’m frowning. “Did he shortchange you?”

“No, no. It’s all here. I just-”

He waits patiently for me to continue, crossing an ankle over his knee as he leans back in the club chair.

“Accepting this has been weighing on my mind,” I confess, knowing my reasoning isn’t quite logical, but I can’t help it all the same. “Like I’m giving in to everything he put you through. Like this is… I don’t know, bribe money or something. If I take this, then it means I’m okay with him cutting you off.”

He cocks his head to the side, a smile slowly spreading over his face. “You know what would be the best way to get back at him?”

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