Page 36 of The Billionaire's Accidental Legacy

It would be the best thing. The best thing for both of them.

But she’d never felt what she did when she was with him. Not before. And she never would after.

More than that, she couldn’t afford to. She had to let it go.

She had to.

But she needed him again. She needed to feel like that just one more time.

She’d lived so many years cut off from her feelings. Until him.

It was bright and terrifying and something she should run from. But not now. Not now.

“Have me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Please. One more time.”

“Yes,” he growled.

She didn’t know this man. She still didn’t know this man. Pregnant with his child, at the mercy of his kiss yet again, and she didn’t know him.

She didn’t understand why he was here barefoot, or why he had given the place away to begin with. Why he had come at all, and why he would leave since he’d come all this way.

She’d known from the moment she’d met him that he was more than he seemed.

But there was even more than she’d seen.

He was broken somehow.

Tortured.

Hurt.

She hurt for him. For herself.

Why was he here?

But she wondered if he didn’t know the answers to that question, either. Any more than she could answer why she’d decided to carry this child.

And so she simply let herself get caught up in his kiss. Consumed by it. By him.

He lifted her up with ease, her dress trailing behind them as he carried her up the stairs. Because of course he knew this place.

Of course he knew the way to the master bedroom that she called her own, and he found it with ease, kicking open the door and sparing it no examination as he closed it again and walked her to the bed.

The gown she was wearing fluttered around her as he placed her gently at the center of the mattress.

“I did not think I would find such a thing so arousing. But seeing you, round with my child... Knowing that I’ve made you this way...”

He had no idea. No idea the depth of it. He had made her this way. She’d gone twenty-two years without ever much thinking of sex. Just a bit, when she was alone in her bed.

But he had taken her and made her a creature of need.

He had changed her in so many ways, and she could only stare at him, at those eyes, and wonder if she had changed him, too.

This felt out of control.

It seemed like perhaps she had.

She truly wanted to believe it.

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