Page 73 of Bestie's Bossy Billionaire Brother
“Wow,” I say, and cross over to her. “You’re a sight to behold after a long day at work.”
“I could say the same about you.”
I press my lips against hers, feeling her warmth and softness as she responds eagerly to my kisses. “How was your day?” I ask breathlessly.
“It was okay,” she whispers back, a pang of sadness in her tone.
I lift her chin with my finger so I can peer into her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
She nods, a small smile forming around the corners of her lips. “I’m just tired. And I missed you.”
“I missed you, too.”
Her hands run through my hair and down my back, pulling me closer as our bodies meld together.
We stumble toward the bed, and I lay her down gently, admiring her beauty as she looks up at me with wide eyes. I climb on top of her, continuing to kiss her deeply as my hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of her skin.
I press my body hard against hers, gasping at the sensation of our skin coming into contact as our lips meet for another kiss.
We take our time undressing each other, savoring the moment as our hands wander over each other’s bodies, exploring and caressing.
I lay on my back, her hands undoing my pants to free my erection. She lowers herself down to meet my shaft, her tongue circling around the base.
I close my eyes, focusing on the pure bliss of her touch as she licks and sucks, the wetness of her mouth making me throb.
Her mouth slides over my length, taking me in and out, sucking hard as her head bobs up and down. Her lips tighten their grip around me as she takes me deeper into her mouth.
Almost immediately, I feel the pressure of an orgasm building up inside of me. I look down as she pulls back, her hand stroking me hard as she licks the head of my cock.
My breath hitches in my throat, pleasure flooding through me as I climax. As I come down from the haze of orgasm, she smiles at me and gets up, sliding out of her slip and crawling on top of my body, my erection still hard and standing proud between us.
I position myself between her thighs, rubbing my tip against her wet folds as she looks into my eyes, her hands on my hips, guiding me into her.
I slide into her smooth, warm entrance, caving to her soft moans as we become one.
She rocks her hips against me, my tip brushing against her inner walls as her wetness laps at it. I slide in and out of her slowly, our bodies mingling together.
“Mmm, Oliver, yes, harder.”
I oblige, pushing harder against her, my hands on her hips, feeling her soft skin under my fingertips.
I press my lips against hers, kissing her deeply as we become one. She moves her hips, her body rocking against mine as I slide in and out of her.
I can feel the pressure of another orgasm building up in me. She presses her lips against mine, kissing me hungrily as pleasure pours through both our bodies like wildfire.
We lay there together, my arms wrapped around her. She nuzzles her head into my chest, and I can’t help but smile.
We stay together like that for a while, filled with a calm satisfaction, until I recall the pained expression on her face when I first came home.
I sit up, resting my back against the headboard. “Hey, you seemed upset when I came home earlier,” I begin, my tone gentle. “Is everything all right? Have you heard from the job you interviewed for?”
Catherine looks away for a moment before turning back to me with a sad smile. “Not yet,” she breathes.
I reach out and take her hands in mine, squeezing them reassuringly. “If there’s anything I can do, please let me know,” I tell her.
At that moment, Catherine looks up at me, and I see a glimmer of something hidden in the depths of her gaze. She takes a deep breath before asking me the question that has been on both our minds for so long.
“What if there was an opportunity… to work outside of Seattle?” she says hesitantly. “Would we still stay together if it meant being so far away from each other?”
