Page 161 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
He thrusts into me hard and fast. No gentle loving like last night. This morning it’s raw and feral.
And it’s exactly what I need. I claw at him, hook my heels around his butt, pull him closer.
I come.
He comes, hot and thick inside me.
And when he stays inside for those few precious moments while our climaxes subside, I feel something foreign. Foreign and delectable.
I feel…love.
We lie there, joined, for a few more minutes before he rolls off me, his arm strewn over his eyes. “Damn, baby. God damn.”
I snuggle into his shoulder. “Coffee’s made.”
He tips his head, eyes me. “How about we forget coffee and stay in bed all day?”
“God, I wish.” I blow out a breath. “But I have to see my dad.”
His mood visibly changes. “Right. We do.”
I run my fingers through the smattering of hair on his chest. “Does that mean you’re coming with me?”
He turns, meets my gaze. “Baby, there’s no place I’d rather be than at your side today.”
A few more minutes, and I disentangle myself from Miles. Sit up. “I should call him. Make sure he’s home.”
“You have his number?”
I nod, frown. “Yeah. His company number goes to his cell on weekends.” I roll over to the side of the bed and grab my phone from the nightstand.
The last time I talked to him, I was enrolling in the academy. He hates cops, so I didn’t tell him. I just said I was leaving college. He said it was a mistake. I told him he was entitled to his opinion and then hung up. Joey was missing. He didn’t like my life choices. There was nothing else to talk about.
I draw in a breath and make the call.
It rings once. Twice. Three times. Four. I’m ready to give up when—
“Hello?” A female voice.
Not surprising.
“Hi. This is Sadie. I’m looking for my dad.”
“Sadie? I don’t know any Sadie.”
“Is Curt there? Curtis Hopkins? This is his daughter.”
“What the eff?” Then, muffled, “Curt. Phone for you. Some woman who says she’s your daughter. Since when do you have a damned daughter?”
“Give me the phone, Rainey.” Then an angry, “Yeah? This is Curt Hopkins.”
“It’s me, Dad. It’s Sadie.”
“What the hell do you want? Does your mother need money?”
Miles must be able to hear his voice through the phone, because he sets his hand on my thigh and strokes his thumb over my skin. It’s a small bit of contact, but it helps.
“No. Mom’s fine. And so am I, thanks for asking.” But Joey isn’t. Joey never will be again.
