Page 48 of Don't Fall for the Billionaire
“What the fuck?” I spoke.
Charlotte laughed.
“It’s not funny. This was my last one. Fuck!”
“Come here, big guy.” She smiled, placing her hands on my chest. “I’m on the pill, so don’t worry. I take it every single day at the same time because getting pregnant is my worst fear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
My mouth smashed into hers as my cock stood hard between her legs. Slowly thrusting, I buried myself deep inside her, gasping at the warmth that enveloped me. My heart raced and my senses heightened, while adrenaline coursed through my veins. I didn’t want this magical moment to end. It felt too good. Another orgasm took over her, and I could feel the trembling of her skin against mine. She pushed me on my back and climbed on top, my hands gripping her hips as she wasted no time riding me like the stunning woman she was. Our quiet, but pleasurable moans synced together as I held her hips down and exploded inside her, straining to deliver every last drop.
Leaning forward, she wrapped her arms around my neck as mine wrapped around her delicious body, holding her in place, while regret swirled through my head. Something happened tonight. I couldn’t explain it, nor did I want to.
“That was fun.” She grinned, climbing off me and covering herself with the sheet.
“It was.” I smiled as I climbed out of bed and walked into the bathroom.
When I was finished, I pulled on my boxer briefs, went downstairs, and poured each of us a glass of white wine.
“Here you go.” I handed her a glass.
“Thanks.”
She sat up against the headboard, the sheet still covering her, while I lay sideways at the end of the bed, propped up on one elbow, holding a glass of wine in the other hand.
“Are you looking forward to your dad’s visit tomorrow?” she asked.
I breathed out a laugh. “It’ll be nice to see him. It’s been about eight months since I saw him last in Los Angeles. Margo, not so much.”
“Oh, come on. I’m sure she’s not that bad.” A smile crossed her lips.
“Okay. You can see for yourself.” I smirked.
“How long have your parents been divorced?” She sipped from her glass.
“I was sixteen when it finally blew up. Not that there was much left to save by then. They didn’t even try to hide it. The affairs. The screaming matches at two in the morning when one of them stumbled through the door. And the silent treatment that went on for days after one of their fights. That was normal. Their getting divorced wasn’t the shocking part. I’d pray every night that one of them would file. What was shocking was that they lasted that long. Every day felt like I was walking on a minefield, waiting for the next explosion. They did that shit ever since I could remember. As I grew, I kept thinking that if I was good enough, smart enough, and successful in school, I could’vefixed them. However, the truth is that I was just a kid trying to survive in a house that never felt like home.”
“Are they the reason you avoid relationships?” she asked.
“How do you know I avoid relationships?”
“I can tell that about you. You’re carefully guarded, Ashton. You don’t let people in. In fact, I’m shocked right now that you told me what you did.” A smirk crossed her lips.
Looking down, I traced the rim of the glass with my finger. “Maybe because you’re easy to talk to.” I looked up only to see her beautiful smile. “And you’re right. I don’t do relationships because I sure as hell don’t want to end up like my parents.”
“I don’t think you will. You know why?”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I think they taught you a lesson on how not to act when you’re in love with someone.”
“I don’t believe in love, at least, when it comes to another adult. My parents claimed they once loved each other. It goes to show that love can fade over time, causing nothing but heartache and pain. Two things I don’t have the time for.” I sat up and set my glass on the nightstand. Taking her glass from her hand, I set it next to mine. “How about another round before you go back to your room?”
“Sounds good to me.” She smiled, wrapping her arms around my neck.
Chapter Nineteen
