Page 29 of Beauty and her Billionaire Beast
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Knox
My eyes snap open at the crack of dawn. I’m alert and well-rested from a dreamless sleep. I’m well aware that it’s the first time I’ve slept in this room, and the thought quickly brings me back to the fact that Isabelle is in my bed. Right away, blood rushes to my groin, adding to my morning hard-on.It doesn’t help that I prefer to sleep in the nude. Reaching my hand down my body, I close my fist around the shaft, giving it some relief. I can’t remember the last time I went this long without a good fuck. I’m used to fucking every decent looking woman that flirts with me, but everything is differentnow.
I haven’t been with a soul since I had my sweet little best friend in that storageroom at the engagement party. I don’t want anyone else anymore either. It’s the strangest thing to me, that my dick is in agreement. Knowing that she’s in my bed right now, her tight little body tucked under my covers, all my cock wants is her. But I already agreed to keep my hands off of her this weekend. She has a point about keeping things low key while her parents, Pops, and other guests arehere. But they don’t need to know what goes on in my poolhouse.
Getting out of bed, I quickly use the master bathroom, then I slip on a pair of sweatpants from my travel bag. I try to convince myself that my visit to her room is innocent, coming from a place of concern for her wellbeing. But I’m lying to myself. I’m going in there to find out if she’s awake and aroused, and if she is,I want her under me, with her sweet, tight cunt wrapped around me like a hotfist.
At the door, I turn the knob and quietly push it open. She’s asleep. Curled up with her arms wrapped around one of my pillows, and her head resting on another. Waking her is not an option. Not after her admission that she hasn’t been sleeping since I’ve been back in her life. My stomach was all twisted upin knots last night after she told me. It’s those types of brutally honest confessions that make me afraid that I’ll lose her eventually. I’m doing my best to give her all the space sheneeds.
Pulling the door closed, I head back to my room and throw on a t-shirt. There’s a coffee machine in the small kitchen here in the pool house, but I prefer the one up at the main house. Pops is sureto be up by now too, so I’ll check in on him while Isabelle gets her beautyrest.
I find him sipping an espresso on the second story balcony of the mainhouse.
“Good morning,” he greets me. “I see you madeit.”
“Hey Pops. Got in pretty late and decided not to disturbyou.”
“Good call. I fell asleep early.” He leans to one side and looks past where I’m standing. “Didyou bring Isabelle withyou?”
“I did. She’s still asleep. We’re staying in the pool house.” He puts down the espresso mug and grins at me but doesn’t comment on our sleeping arrangements. I leave it alone as well. “How are youfeeling?”
“You’re not going to start that so soon, areyou?”
“I don’t know what you mean. Startwhat?”
“Try not to coddle me just because I’mold and sick. I’ve got a lot of life left in me. And to answer your question this once, I’m doingfine.”
I shake my head and smile. It’s good to know he still has a positive outlook on things. “What’s on the agenda today? Do you need anything set up in themeantime?”
“It’s well in hand. Tandy and Joseph will be up here this afternoon. Everyone else is still asleep. The event staffare preparing breakfast, and they have a bar-b-q cookout planned for this evening. The McCutcheons next door invited us to their tag football game later. Until then, kick back and relax. I’ll behere.”
“Sounds good,” I answer, and turn to head to the kitchen. “I need a coffee. I’ll beback.”
A text from Foster changes everything. As Isabelle is still asleep,I decide to deal with it right away to put that side of me off to theside.
Foster: Happy long weekend,dude.
Me: Yeah, youtoo.
Foster: How’s theHamptons?
Me:Same
Foster: Isabelle doingokay?
Me: She’ssleeping.
Foster: You’re a lady-killer.
Me: Fuckoff.
Foster: Ha-ha. You readyfor nextweekend?
Me: Nah. I’mcanceling.
Foster: Wtf?!? You’re almost thefrontrunner.
