Page 27 of My Arrogant Millionaire

»Do you still think of us?« I asked again, my voice trembling. His gaze was fixed on me, and all I wanted was to lie in his arms.

»Every second,« he replied gruffly. I closed my eyes briefly. This confession did not make our situation any easier. When I looked at him again, I recognized the tension in his jaw and his features. He respected the boundaries I had set for him. I realized that this had nothing to do with a lack of interest, but precisely the opposite. I was important to him. As important as he had become to me.

»It was just one night.«

»And a day,« he replied. I missed his impudent smile; his face remained tense.

»How can it feel like this already?« I whispered.

He licked his lower lip, and immediately a firework went off inside me. »It was more than a few hours. There was something from the beginning, and you know it too,« he said. Slowly, I nodded. »Tell me,« he demanded gruffly, and I knew exactly what he was alluding to. He had revealed himself to me, but I hadn’t been completely honest.

»When I was thirteen, my parents separated. I lost contact with my father, but my mom always supported me in everything. At twenty, I took the leap and built an event agency from scratch. Piece by piece. I started with myself and one employee, Mel. We quickly became quite successful, and because Mel had become my friend, I made her a partner. What I didn’t know was that Mel had a problem. She was a compulsive liar and stole from me every month. A little more each time, until I noticed I could no longer pay my employees and bills were left unpaid. Of course, I didn’t think it was Mel who was deceiving me.« I laughed dryly. »I wanted to believe her. I believed every single excuse she made. Until I lost everything. My small business, my apartment, the money my mom had lent me because she believed in me. Mel disappeared after that, and I could never track her down, she’s probably long gone from this city.« I took a deep breath and fought back tears. »Mrs. Ramirez is not my grandma. I lied to you because I was ashamed to be just the cat sitter. I’ve become the person who took everything from me. A liar. Our beginning was built on a lie.« My voice broke, and my knees gave way, but Baron was lightning-fast and caught me. I clung to him like a lifeline, feeling as if the rough sea would swallow me. »I can’t lose this job here again. I just can’t,« I whispered into his white shirt. »Everything depends on it.« Baron wrapped his arms tighter around me, holding me, and I deeply inhaled the scent of his skin. It felt like coming home. Memories stirred in my mind and body. Memories that drove me insane and robbed me of my senses. »I can’t have both, even if it’s tearing me apart,« I confessed quietly. »But it’s just sex anyway,« I voiced the obvious lie. It would be so much easier if that were true.

Baron placed his hands on my face, forcing me to look at him. »It’s more. Damn it, for the first time, it’s so much more! I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone before. I’m not myself anymore because my entire mind is filled with you,« he whispered. I placed my hands on his forearms and held on to him. »I don’t give a damn about what happened in the beginning, and if we have to meet secretly and be careful, I don’t care about that either.«

I heard his words, and they caressed my soul. I wanted him just as much, and yet I knew it couldn’t be. First, I had to get through this evening. They were probably already looking for me, and I was in a storeroom with the client. But being close to Baron again, being able to touch him, clouded my senses. I just wanted to feel that passion, desire, and appreciation with him one more time.

So I kissed him. I kissed him without thinking about the consequences. Simply because I wanted to. And he kissed me back, and oh how he did.

I sighed as his tongue entered my mouth and greedily devoured me. His hand went to the nape of my neck and pulled me toward him, my fingers unbuttoned his tuxedo jacket and fiddled with the clasp of his pants. He pushed me back onto a table, and I climbed up. His fingers firmly traced the slit of my dress, and as his skin touched mine, I moaned with pure pleasure in our passionate kiss. His tongue danced around mine, kissing me hungrily and unrestrained, while I pulled down the zipper of his pants and my hand disappeared inside.

»Grace,« he gasped. »No, I want... fuck,« he groaned and pumped into my hand. The tension in all his muscles sent hot shivers through my nerves.

His lips moved firmly over mine as the movements of my hand grew faster. His skin was soft and warm, and I felt the first dampness of his arousal between my fingers. »Baron, you have to take me now!« I moaned. I wanted to feel him one more time, how he touched me and took me. I just needed it.

He gripped my throat gently, making me look at him. The grip wasn’t aggressive or firm; it just showed me how wild and uncontrollable his desire for me was. »This isn’t just sex. If I enter you now, you belong to me,« he whispered hoarsely, and I couldn’t describe the rush his words triggered within me. »Do you understand? I won’t let you go again, no matter what you try to convince yourself. We will find a solution. Together!« He kissed me hard, and when he pulled away, I gasped for air. »You decide.«

I withdrew my hand from his pants and slid back a little on the table. He let me go and watched as I hitched up my dress and lifted my buttocks. The cool wood met my skin as I slid my panties down my legs and handed them to him with a deep gaze. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered; the only things that counted were Baron and me. Feeling him. Now. Immediately.

»I belong to you,« I whispered, and Baron exhaled heavily and panting. He embraced me, his fingers brushing over my bare back. I had been very aware of how the dress would affect him when I had chosen it. At least, I had hoped.

»This dress,« he murmured, grasped my thighs, and abruptly pulled me against his hard cock. He guided it to my wet, pulsating center and penetrated me with an unrestrained thrust. I moaned, and Baron swallowed my moan with his kisses. Even though the music outside the door was so loud that no one should hear us, we still couldn’t risk getting caught here. All of this made the moment sinfully hot and forbidden.

Baron looked deeply into my eyes and lingered inside me. The feeling of him filling and stretching me nearly drove me mad, and I tilted my pelvis to create at least a little relieving friction. »You belong to me, and I belong to you,« he whispered so softly that I could barely understand him before he finally moved. He took me with hard, deep thrusts, pushing me against him by my buttocks, and drove us to the edge so quickly that I could hardly keep up. I half-laid my back on the table, and Baron pressed himself against me.

»I’ve missed this so much,« I gasped, and Baron responded with an animalistic growl. He pressed his mouth against my neck, and I clung to him as the throbbing in my center intensified. His hands on my back were warm and soft, firm and possessive, and everything I needed. My breath caught as Baron placed his thumb on my clit and rubbed it in time with his thrusts.

In his kisses, my pleasure was reflected, and in that moment, I knew I could never live without this feeling he gifted me. I climaxed in waves that crashed over me, stealing my breath and pulling me into depths I could not free myself from. Baron followed, spilling his heat inside me as his soft lips pressed firmly against mine.

Only when the throbbing sensation of my orgasm subsided did I realize what we had just done. I had missed him so much, wanted him so badly, that I had forgotten all restraint and reason.

»I know you take the pill; I saw it in the bathroom,« he said suddenly, as if sensing my concerns. »And I get checked regularly and have never slept with a woman without a condom.« He brushed a strand of hair from my face. »You’re safe with me; I would never put you in danger, Goldilocks.«

For the first time in a long while, someone told me this, and I believed their words without a second thought. And for the first time, words lay on my tongue that I had never uttered in response.

Baron handed me a cloth handkerchief from his lapel so I could clean myself while he adjusted his clothing.

The crowd outside the door cheered and applauded, and I flinched. We both knew that our time together was now over.

»Even though we now have to pretend again that we’re just business partners – which I find mildly infuriating – I’m here, I see you, okay?« He stepped towards me, took the handkerchief, and disposed of it in a trash can in a corner. Then, he held my face once more.

»What about your date?« I whispered, as we hadn’t yet discussed this fact.

»She means nothing to me. I only brought her along to keep myself from grabbing you and whisking you away the moment I saw you.« A cautious smile appeared on my face. »I haven’t touched her and have fended off her advances. I only want you; you must believe me.«

»I do, I believe you,« I replied. Slowly, Baron lowered his mouth to mine, briefly touched my lips, and hummed approvingly.

»I’ll miss this all evening. Will we see each other after the event?«

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