Page 32 of Riding with the Secret Billionaire

The sight of her like this, open and wanting, is almost more than I can bear. I pull back, soothing her with my hands, my mouth, before swatting again, the rhythm of pain and relief driving us both to the brink. She shudders, the line between pleasure and pain blurring until I don't know where one ends and the other begins.

I stop, my own breath ragged, reaching for a condom and rolling it onto the handle of the hairbrush. Her eyes widen, herbody arching in response as I slide it inside her, watching the way she moves against it, desperate and undone.

She fights her restraints, her sounds a symphony of need and surrender as I fuck her with it, each thrust pushing her closer, taking her higher, until she's begging for release.

"Jake," she cries, her voice breaking. "Please. I can't--"

I drop the brush, sliding on a condom before covering her body with mine, her legs wrapping around me as I finally, finally let myself go. I bury myself inside her, the heat and tightness of her pulling me under.

I thrust into her, the way she writhes her hips driving me beyond reason. The sight of the clothespins still on her erect nipples sends a further thrill through me as I move inside her, increasing speed and depth. Her moans rise to match my own, a harmony of need and surrender as my body covers hers, every sharp breath and desperate movement winding us tighter and tighter. She shudders, pushing back against me, the friction and heat almost too much to bear.

The belt around her wrists holds her in place, her body stretched beneath me, trembling, open. Her legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper, the urgency between us building to a fever pitch. I grip her hips, driving into her, each thrust harder, more reckless, until her moans turn to cries and my own restraint shatters completely. She is everything, and I am lost to her, consumed by the raw, overwhelming intensity of us.

"Jake," she gasps, her voice breaking into a plea. "God, yes." Her head arches back, and I watch as she falls apart beneath me, her body clenching tight around mine as she comes, the sensation dragging me over the edge with her.

I bury myself inside her, the final thrusts wild and uncontrolled, her name on my lips as I explode, the release blinding in its intensity. We fracture together, the connectionbetween us burning bright and fierce, until it dissolves into a haze of breathless wonder.

I collapse beside her, our bodies slick with sweat and heat, the world slipping back into focus as we come down from the high of each other. Her wrists are still bound, and I reach up to release the clothespins, then the belt, freeing her with gentle fingers. Her arms fall to her sides, and I pull her close, cradling her against my chest.

"Are you okay?" I ask, my voice rough with the aftermath of us.

She snuggles into me, her breathing still uneven. "More than okay," she murmurs, her words brushing warm against my skin. "That was... incredible."

I stroke her hair, the damp curls soft and wild beneath my fingers. "Did I hurt you?"

"Only in the best ways," she says, her mouth curving into a smile I can feel more than see. "I didn't know it could be like that."

The relief that floods through me is almost as overwhelming as the release itself. "Neither did I," I admit, holding her tighter.

We lie together in the dim light of the motel room, the quiet settling around us like a cocoon. I never imagined I could feel this raw, this open, this exposed, and still be okay again. But with Trish, it feels right.

Her fingers play over my chest, tracing the lines of my tattoos, the curve of muscle, the thud of my heart. "I could get used to this," she says, her voice soft and sleepy. "Though I'm a little worried."

"About?"

"How I'm going to keep my hands off you once we reach the Heirloom Rose tomorrow."

I tighten my arm around her, understanding the concern all too well."We'll figure it out. Discretion, not denial."

"Is that your professional security consultant assessment?" she teases.

"No," I admit, smiling into her hair."It's my very personal desire to continue this for as long as possible."

She sighs contentedly, her body relaxing further against mine."Good. Because one night won't be nearly enough."

As sleep begins to claim her, I remain awake, holding her close, my mind turning to tomorrow and all the complications that await us in Foxfire Valley.Whatever happens, one thing has become crystal clear in the aftermath of our shared passion.

I am no longer willing to settle for a life of careful isolation and rigid control.Not when Trish Walker has shown me a different possibility, one where connection and risk might lead to something far more valuable than security.

For the first time since the incident with Valerie, I'm truly contemplating a future that includes not just physical pleasure, but the kind of trust that allows for truevulnerability.The kind that might let me fully embrace both sides of my nature again, the dominant and the submissive, the controller and thesurrenderer.

Someone worth changing for. Someone worth trusting with all ofme.

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TRISH

The Heirloom Rose Hotel rises like a mirage from the Nevada desert, its gleaming glass and steel architecture a stark contrast to the rugged mountains behind it. As Jake pulls into the circular drive, I can't help but stare, impressed despite my attempts to remain blasé about our destination.

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