Page 141 of Where We Bloom

She’s pushing back, seeking my cock. “Tell me.”

“Fuck me, billionaire.”

I slam into her, bracing myself on either side of her, and nibble my way over her shoulder as I fuck her. I push my hand into her hair and fist it at her nape, holding her where I want her.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.” God, I fucking love her raspy voice. “Only you. Always.”

“That’s right,mo rúnsearc.Only me. I’m the only man who will ever be lucky enough to touch you like this. To see how perfect you are when you come apart.”

“Oh my God.”

I grip her hips and pound her into the mattress, then pull out and flip her back over because I need to see her eyes.

She wraps her legs around me as I sink into her tight heat again and cup her face, brushing my thumb over the apple of her cheek.

“Only you,” she says, lifting those hips to meet me.

“You’re everything,” I whisper against her lips.

Tears fill her eyes as she frames my face and kisses me. I’m so damn helpless against this woman. She brings me to my knees.

With only a few more thrusts, she quivers, her walls tighten, and she cries out as she succumbs to her climax, pulling me over with her.

And when I’ve managed to catch my breath, I pullaway and clean us up, then cross the room. I open the secret coffee area I arranged to have installed while we were away and make her a cup.

“You already had it done?” she asks, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around her.

“You wanted it.” I shrug as I cross to her and pass her the steaming mug, then drag my finger down her flushed cheek. “So you needed to have it.”

“You spoil me, you know.” Her eyes smile at me as she takes a sip.

“Complaining, bumble?”

“Never.” She chuckles and pushes her hand through her hair, then stands, naked as the day she was born twenty-eight years ago, that coffee in hand as she walks to the bathroom. “I need ten.”

“Take all the time you need.”

After pulling on a pair of gray sweatpants, I walk downstairs to first check in on the project I had done while we were gone, and when I’m happy with what I see, I make my way to the kitchen. Cassie snuck in this morning and left waffles, crispy bacon, and fluffy eggs on a tray in the warming oven, so I take it upstairs to my girl.

“Wow, how long was I in the bathroom?” Billie asks when she sees me walk through the door. She’s already pulled on leggings and my old sweatshirt that she stole out of my closet in Ireland, which I don’t mind in the least.

She’s sexy as hell in it.

“One of the few times I’ll reach out to Cassie,” I inform her as I set the tray on the bed. “She snuck inearly this morning and left it for us. We can eat this here or take it downstairs.”

“Here,” she decides, crawling to sit on the bed. I sit opposite her, and we dig in. “I’m freaking hungry.”

“Well, eat up, bumble, because today is just getting started. I have something to show you after this.”

She stops chewing and frowns at me. “Connor, you’ve already given me so much. You don’t have?—”

I reach over and press my lips to hers, licking the tiny drop of syrup from them. “Stop,mo chroi.Let me make today special.”

Her expression softens, and she rests her free hand on my leg, giving it a squeeze that I feel up to my groin. “You make every day special, billionaire.”

Jesus Christ, what she does to me.

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