Page 163 of Hot Tycoons Boxset

Agatha

Waking up next to Ian, his strong arms around me, is one of the best feelings I have ever experienced.

He is a deep sleeper and right now, he has one arm under my head, the other resting on my breast, a light but possessive hold. I don’t mind that about him. I like how possessive he is.

One of his legs is thrust between mine, and the other is thrown over my hip, keeping me in place. I turn my head to watch him sleep.

Three days.

It has been three days since I finally forced myself to let go of my anger and hurt. I knew it was unreasonable. I understood that, and it made me feel like shit, but in these last three days since he had forced me to confront myself, I have felt cherished and loved.

Falling in love with your best friend is such a strange experience. The dynamics of our relationship didn’t shift that much, but I noticed that Ian likes to touch me a lot. His hands would be on my neck, my shoulders. When we would be on the couch, he would rest his hand on my inner thigh.

I had never considered myself to be one of those women who liked their men to desire so much physical contact, but Ian’s touch is addictive. His kisses are like my personal brand of heroin.

Every day I am in control in the office, at home. But when it comes to the bedroom, Ian takes over. He is a dominating man in bed, and there is almost something sadistic about him when he gets me naked.

It drives me wild how he makes sure I know who is in charge in bed. Our chemistry is hot and heavy, and I find myself getting wet just thinking about how last night he spanked me when I had orgasmed after being explicitly ordered not to.

“You look like you want something,” Ian’s voice is rough from sleep, but I don’t miss the heat in his eyes.

“Maybe I do.”

His breath is warm against my lips as he whispers, “Then why don’t you come and get it?”

We are both naked under the sheets, and I crawl on top of him, and his cock slips inside me, making me moan and bite my lower lip as I feel the thick rod rub against my insides. His hands go to settle on my hips, and he lifts me up and then slams me back down, making me cry out at the sharp sensation of pleasure.

My hips move as I ride him and I barely reach my orgasm before he flips me under him, my back to his chest and takes me from behind, our groans filling the room, the sound of flesh slapping flesh driving us both wild.

His name is like a mantra on my lips as he fucks my brains out, his hands squeezing my breasts and then reaching down to play with my clit, making me whimper and beg. He bites down on my shoulder, and I am forced into an orgasm, him following close behind.

When he collapses on top of me, our breathing labored, I finally find my breath and murmur, “Waking up to sex with a hot redhead isn’t the worst way to start a morning.”

Ian is trying to breathe; he can’t contain his laughter at my words, and the whole thing just ends in a coughing fit when he nearly chokes.

I am laughing too hard to breathe as he glares at me after swallowing some water. “You’re a monster.”

“There, there.” I pat his butt, grinning broadly.

He stands up in naked glory and stretches. “Well, I’m going to go on my morning run.” A hopeful glance in my direction. “You want to join me?”

“When it snows in hell, sure,” I pull the sheets around me and snuggle into the warm bed. “How can you go running out in this cold?”

“It’s good for me,” he says as he walks into the bathroom to change.

“Don’t leave the toilet seat up!” I yell through the closed door.

I hear him say something and I glance at the clock. It is six in the morning. He will have to make his pre-workout shake first.

Rolling out of bed, I put on his discarded shirt and go to clean up in the guest bathroom. Putting my hair up in a messy bun, I move to the kitchen and start gathering the ingredients to make that weird pink shake that is like routine to him.

I am just pouring it into a glass when Ian walks in. He stares at the pink liquid in the glass. “Is that my protein shake?”

“Yeah,” I nudge it towards him.

He blinks, a smile growing on his face. “You made it for me?”

The delighted look on his face makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Of course.”

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