Page 50 of Kinks of a Billionaire
I rolled her over, pinning her arms above her head, and she let out a squeal.
“You better be sure,” I growled, but her laugh was contagious, and I had a hard time keeping a serious face.
“I’m joking,” she teased. “It’s always your cock I’m thinking about.”
My shoulders relaxed and I released her wrists. “Good girl.”
Willow had been embedded into my very being for such a long time that I couldn’t even fathom a life without her. And over the past weeks, it had become clear that being apart from her was no longer an option. She soothed the savage beast inside me,and while I yearned to have her in all the salacious ways I could think of, I also didn’t want to hurt her or scare her away.
Now that I’d had her—tasted her—it was impossible to go back to the way things were. She was my lover, my friend… my fucking wife. Her happiness took priority over my own needs.
I reached over to grab a cup of decaf coffee and handed her the mug.
“I read a few pregnancy books, and saw that one cup is okay during pregnancy.” In fact, I’d done extensive research and called several OB/GYNs who were now on my speed dial, but I’d keep that to myself for now. I didn’t want to alarm her with my somewhat obsessive nature. We were best friends, so she’d seen hints of it, but that barely scratched the surface.
Her fingers wrapped around it and she sighed in delight. “It smells divine. Thank you,” she murmured, her eyes meeting mine over the rim of it as she took a sip. “No coffee for you?”
“I already had two cups.”
Her eyes widened. “How long have you been awake?”
“Few hours.”
“Your sleeping habits still haven’t improved?” Over the years, Willow had learned that no matter what time of day or night, she could always get in touch with me. Sometimes, she’d call and talk to me about the most boring things she could think of in hopes of putting me to sleep. It never worked, but I loved hearing her voice, so I let her believe it did. Only so she would call me again the next day and the day after.
“I missed our phone calls,” I joked. “It’s been hard without my best friend.”
Her wistful sigh tugged at my heart. “I’m sorry. I should have been a better friend.”
“No, I should have,” I corrected her. “If I had been, I would have seen that Stuart?—”
She placed a finger against my mouth before I could finish the sentence. “It led us here. No regrets.”
“No regrets,” I echoed. “Now, eat your breakfast. You’re going to need your strength.”
She giggled. “Are we finally getting to the kinky sex today?”
I studied her seriously. I wasn’t sure she was ready for what I had in mind. Before I could do something stupid, I stood up and turned toward the bathroom.
“If you consider exploring an island ‘kinky sex,’ then sure.”
Then I walked into the bathroom with an obvious hard-on, not missing her delighted cackle.
Chapter 25
Willow
We woke up in La Terrenas, a little unknown town in the Dominican Republic in the Pueblo de los Pescadores municipality.
We spent the day hiking, swimming, and shopping—in that order. The water was sapphire blue—I’d never seen anything like it.
For several days, we swam naked under the stars. I loved the colorful houses, blinding seas, mountains, food, and people. We kayaked over water that was so clear it felt like we were in Atlantis. We had sex in secluded coves with his hand muffling my screams, then collected shells to bring back for Sailor and Aurora.
We found a shop that sold more pineapples, and Royce stocked up on them like they were going extinct. My cheeks stained with embarrassment as the salesperson beamed with satisfaction.
Royce’s touch was addictive. Whenever he fucked me, my orgasm hit me from a dozen different places all at once.
But it wasn’t just sex, it was so much more. The way he listened to me, the way he cared for me, and the way he wasattuned to me. Whenever we walked the beach or swam in the crystal waters, we talked about anything and everything—my career, his businesses, our goals and dreams, our shared memories. He’d always been a big part of my life, but now, I couldn’t imagine a future without him. Without us, just like this.
