Page 42 of One Night Billionaire

Brian chuckled and picked up his pace. If she needed more, she’d get it, he thought as he thrust into her. Anna’s moans picked up in pace as well.

“Touch yourself,” he demanded.

Her hand nervously found the space between them. He watched, torn between her face and her hand as he continued his movements.

It didn’t take her long to find her second release and Brian picked up the pace, encouraged to find his own now that she was more than satisfied. Her pulsing muscles guided his release, freeing him of every last drop.

Winded, Brian dropped onto the bed next to her and tried to slow his racing heart. He couldn’t lay there long with a condom to take care of, but he needed a minute.

Anna’s rapid breathing next to him made him smile. He didn’t care how early they needed to get up tomorrow morning, tonight was worth any early wake-up.

Brian shoved off the bed, making quick work of cleaning up and returning to her. Anna was pulling on her shirt, and he had to push down the panic at the thought of her leaving. If she was leaving again, he was done giving her chances. But, as he watched, she pulled the covers down and climbed back into his bed.

He slid in behind her, pressing his chest to her back and wrapping one arm around her middle. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too,” she whispered back.

His smile was back and this time he felt like it was here to stay. Holly would be happy to hear from him tomorrow when he asked for his car back because he knew that there’d be no hiding what happened tonight.

It was too soon right now, but one day this woman was going to move in with him and they were going to sleep tangled in each other’s arms like they were now. One day it would happen.

He didn’t want to sleep. There was no dreaming how sated his body felt, but he was still just too thrilled she was here. Anna had surprised him, yet again, and he hoped that all her surprises remained as good as this one had been.

As sleep slowly claimed him, his last thoughts were of her and how happy she made him.

Chapter twenty

“Thetruckishere,”Anna yelled from the foyer to Brian.

It had been six months since she’d shown up at his door and told him she loved him. Today she was moving in with him for real. Not that she hadn’t been mostly living here anyway.

The movers had just arrived with her collection of “entirely too many things to fit in this house” but she didn’t want to part with all of it. Brian had agreed that they would decide what worked and what didn’t of both their things today.

She laughed as she thought about it. He had surely made that decision to avoid the conversation at the time, but the day of reckoning was here. Holly had offered to stop by and help but they had both declined her offer, wanting to settle this together.

Her clothes were already here, moved in gradually over the last several months, which meant that as the crew lowered the ramp on the back of the truck, it was time to make some decisions. She had already decided on a few things of hers that wouldn’t work, but a few she wasn’t going to part with.

One of those things was being unloaded right now, her blue sofa. It was comfortable, and she loved the bright color and the way it lit up a room. Brian’s house needed a lot of colors. Plus, she had saved for months to buy that sofa and she wasn’t ready to leave it behind after less than a year of use.

“No,” he said from behind her.

“You can set that in the living room, just through there.” Anna pointed the crew in the direction of where she wanted it as she ignored Brian.

“Anna,” he growled. “You can’t be serious.”

She laughed in return and followed them to the living room. It looked good in here, she decided. With Brian’s gray armchairs, the color popped but didn’t scream that it was out of place.

“Where do you want these?” More furniture was being brought in.

They both directed where to put everything, leaving them with duplicates of nearly every piece of furniture and the crew shaking their heads. Brian kept sending her side-eye glances as her colorful items were brought in.

It was like he had forgotten how much she loved color. It was important to a happy life. No one was ever truly happy in only black, gray, and white. It was so bland.

“My interior designer is going to cry. Are you happy with yourself?” Brian came up behind her. His serious tone was contradicted by the smile on his face.

“Then she won’t be able to come over. It’s time for more color in your life,” Anna teased as she looked around with furniture filling every available space.

Brian threw his head back as he laughed. “It’s Holly.”

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