Page 43 of Contract of a Billionaire
“Better?”
“Much, thank you.”
His hand came to my shoulders and his fingers started massaging. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his tenderness. My muscles loosened with every passing second, relishing in this intimate moment with him.
My head fell back against his shoulder and my eyes fluttered closed. His hands lowered to my hips, then to my inner thighs.
“We should have taken it easy,” he murmured against my ear. “You’re new to this.”
I didn’t open my eyes. “I’m not complaining. Are you?”
His chest rumbled against mine. “Definitely not.”
His hands found their way between my legs as they parted of their own accord. His strong fingers massaged my aching thighs, rubbing circles and pressing against my muscles. He inched closer to my sensitive core, but each time I thought he’d touch me there, he’d stop. Then resume at a slower pace.
“When do you have to leave for your job?” His question surprised me, and for a moment, I remained silent.
“Another few days.”
His fingers inched up and cupped my sex. “This isn’t over.”
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder. “What exactly?”
The intensity of his darkened features should warn me to be cautious. It doesn’t. “You. Me. Us.” His finger rubbed my clit, then slid inside my folds and a low moan filled the air, vibrating against the tiles. “I want your itinerary. I’ll come and see you on your days off.”
Fuck, I was melting. Whether from his words or his finger that lazily thrust in and out of me.
“Okay,” I agreed. Maybe I should play coy but I saw no point in it. I wanted him. I wanted to see more of him. “Can I have your phone number?”
The smile he gave me had my heart fluttering like a newborn butterfly. “I’ll message you when we get out of the tub. You save that number and memorize it.”
I rolled my eyes, feigning annoyance but my happy smile ruined it. Alessio’s hand was still cupping my pussy, his fingers expertly rubbing my clit.
“You’re sore.” His words seemed more for himself than for me.
“But I love your hands on me,” I admitted softly. It wasn’t something new for him. He could see that it did with each moan and clenching of my thighs.
“Are you excited?” His mouth on my neck and hands on my body made it hard to think. His hand was no longer on my sex but he still kept me cocooned in his arms.
“Like at the prospect of having sex again or– “
His deep laugh caught me by surprise, and I twisted my neck to see it on his face. God, that man should have babies because he was hot as sin.
“I mean, are you excited to travel and take photos?”
I grinned and turned back, then leaned against him. “I am. I love doing it. Freezing moments into something that everyone can experience. I’m lucky that this opportunity came along. It’s a once in a lifetime one.”
Silence followed and I wondered what he was thinking. “Did you always want to be–“ I didn’t know how to ask. “Ummm. Did you want to be a fireman when you were a kid or something like that?”
He chuckled again. God, I fucking loved making him laugh. Maybe I’d make it my purpose to make him laugh more. Hashtag goals - take that social media.
“Fireman, huh?”
Okay, maybe I couldn’t see him as a fireman. “Pilot? Doctor? I don’t know. What do boys dream of becoming?”
I held my breath, waiting. I didn’t know why. It was a simple question, but it felt like something so much more. Touching a wound or going to a place nobody was allowed.
“I just wanted to stay alive.” Such a simple answer, yet it spoke volumes. And my heart hurt for him. Branka hinted at a hard childhood. I got a sense Alessio’s was even harder. My hands curled around his strong ones and I pulled them tighter around me.
