Page 47 of Meeting the Billionaire Boss

When he kisses lower and his tongue finds my clit, I raise my hips as he sucks at the aroused nub, rotating his fingers inside me until I cry out with sheer ecstasy. I pulsate onto his fingers and he licks slowly at my clit until the climax wanes.

‘Come inside me now.’

‘I don’t have a condom.’

‘Upstairs?’

He nods and we grab our clothes and dash across the hall, the moonlight shining through the window above the front door illuminating our naked white flesh like a spotlight.

Upstairs, he pulls me inside his room and shuts the door behind us then places a finger over his lips. Joe is sleeping next door, so of course we need to be quiet.

I climb onto his bed and lie back, waiting for him. Anticipating how it will feel to finally hold him inside me.

Soon he’s with me again, panting and laughing at the madness of it all. He kisses me harder now, and I taste the wine on his lips, shiver as he moves over me and rests on his elbows. He rubs the tip of his cock against my folds, opening me to him, finding his way home. When he finally pushes inside me, I hold his gaze, wanting our connection in every way at this longed-for moment. He lies still for a few seconds as I adjust my hips to take him deeper then he starts to move.

My desire rises again and soon I’m grabbing his hips and pushing him into me as hard as I can. My orgasm crashes over me before I’m aware that it’s coming, and stars rush before my eyes. I bite his shoulder to stop myself screaming with pleasure. He comes soon after me, shuddering as he holds me tight; warm, sated and still connected to me.

Eventually, he rolls over, tidies himself up then lies on his back and I snuggle into his chest. As I drift off in my post coital glow, I know that I could easily fall deeply in love with this man. The question is, does he feel the same?

The question is, am I able to let go of my past in order to love him in the way he deserves?

Chapter48

Ava

When I wake, I reach out for Edward, but he’s gone, leaving just the slight imprint of his body on the mattress. It takes me a few minutes to come around properly and as I do, several things hit me.

We slept together.

I felt something deeper than desire.

Have we made an enormous mistake?

I get up and in the grey light seeping around the edge of the curtains, I search for my clothes and dress quickly. The room is cold but it barely registers with me because of the chill in my heart. I have given myself to this man and he has left me.

Men always leave…

The voice comes from nowhere and I look around as if expecting to see someone sitting on the chair in the corner. Goosebumps rise on my arms and it hits me like a ton of bricks. This is the room Edward shared with Lucille. They spent many nights here together and this must be difficult for Edward. He loved Lucille, they had a child together and then he lost her. Moving on from that must be incredibly difficult, whatever it is he’s feeling for me it won’t be a fraction of what he felt for her. They had a real marriage; we will not.

There are too many ghosts in this house, the attic is full of them in the form of photographs, videos and his wife’s belongings. How can I compete with a ghost? Surely that’s impossible?

Edward is vulnerable and still, in many ways, broken. He needs to continue his healing journey and being with me might not help with that. I have my own demons and so, as much as I wish I could be with him, I’m not capable of helping him to banish his.

As for me… I’m tangled in a web of conflicting feelings. I never thought I’d care about a man like this. I never believed I’d get married after seeing how much my father hurt my mum. But here I am, falling for my bossandwe’re engaged. Edward might think he wants this but is it the right move for him to make? We come from different social classes. I’m his child’s nanny, for crying out loud.The nanny!How will I ever compare to Lucille the model, the first wife and mother? I’ll spend my days walking in her shadow, never meeting her standards, never making Edward happy because he’ll always wish I was her.

I can’t live like this because it will break me apart. I know I could make significant life changes if I married him but there’s too much at stake.

My heart.

My sanity.

My life.

I can make things better for Mum and Daniel with what I’ve made already from being a nanny so I’ll see out the job contract then leave.

After last night, I know for certain that I am in love with Edward, and therefore, I cannot be his fake wife. I have to be true to myself and to my feelings.

I have to let him go.

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