Page 52 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
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Knox
I’ve come fullcircle.
At least, it feels like Ihave.
There’s one bigdifference.
Isabelle is with me, and the child she’s carrying—my child—makes us afamily.
I unlock the front door of my grandfather’s house and stand on the threshold. This is my childhood home. Myparents’ home, the one that Pops moved into after they died, solely to make my life a little easier. A little lessuncomfortable.
I’ve already made up my mind since leaving the hospital earlier. Everything is set. I’m going to move in with Pops and make this house our home. This is the place where I’ll put down roots with Isabelle and ourbaby.
Ourhome.
We step inside andI close the door. I announce my plan for us, expecting some resistance because it’s not like I consulted with her or sought out her input onit.
She surprises me by resting her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist, and says, “I love the idea. This house was your fortress. You were a different person between these walls. Stronger, calmer, more at peace than anywhere else.In hindsight, I should’ve known that your leaving for college would affect you. But that’s the past, like you said. What I like the most is that Mom and Dad are next door. They’ll be thrilled to know we kept their grandchild so closeby.”
“Good.” I kiss her hair and tilt her head up to me, laying an explosive kiss on those sexy lips that I’ve fucking missed likecrazy.
“I’m hardas fuck for you, but I won’t overdo it on your first day back.” I admit once our lips part. “I had Pops’ maid set up two of the main floor guest rooms for us. You must be tired from theflight.”
She nods and grips onto my dress shirt with both hands. “I am, but I’ve really missedyou.”
“Me too. You don’t have to sleep alone. I’ll stay with you until Pops wakes up.” I quickly pullmy phone out. “Hang on. I’ll send Foster a quickmessage.”
After sending the text, Isabelle takes the phone from my hand and hides it behind herback.
“You’re missing the gist of what I said,” she hums flirtatiously, her voice so thick with lust that it goes right to my cock. “I want you in my bed, but not tosleep.”
I don’t waste another second. Lifting her into my arms,I carry her to the first guest bedroom. I kick the door shut behind me and lower her to the bed. I’m painstakingly slow stripping off every piece of clothing on her body, taking my time to appreciate and memorize her every curve, line, andcontour.
She’s got my baby growing in her belly, a small part of me. Probably the very best part, because it’s a pure, untainted extension of me, myparents, Pops and Grams, and everyone beforethem.
Already, I have only love for my child, a love I couldn’t experience if it weren’t for this gorgeous creature in mybed.
I smile at a thought and she asks me what I’m thinkingabout.
“It’s kind of funny. You’re carrying my child yet this feels like our firsttime.”
She grasps my forearms, pulling me to lie on top ofher. “I was just thinking the same thing,” she whispers at my ear, then tugs my earlobe between her lips. “No more talking. Make love to me. Hard and rough, gentle and slow, it doesn’t matter. Just put your hands on me, your mouth, your body, and don’t let mego.”
That I cando.
And until she screams my name and tells me that she’s mine, I’m not fuckingstopping.
I lower myhead to her cleavage and pull her nipple between my teeth. She arches for me as I lick in a circular motion, and her fingers reach down to the bed, gripping fistfuls of the sheets into her hands. She’s so fucking responsive. So fuckingready.
I lift from her body and look down at the way she lies there on the bed, bare and open and ready, like puretemptation.
Mine.
She holdsmy gaze and I’m mesmerized by her stare, so intense that I’m not just aroused, I feel like she’s peeled back every layer of roughness protecting the smallest, most vulnerable part of me. This is the best friend I’ve always had. The woman who wielded so much power over me that I thought I had to run away to save myself. But the truth is exactly theopposite.
She fucking savedme.
