Page 72 of Billionaire's Second Chance

"Shit, I'm coming," he confessed, petrified that it was happening too fast.

I didn't say a word. I only encouraged him, moving my hips deeper into his. I wanted him to finish. I didn't care about me.

"Ava," he yelled my name as he pulled out and came all over my belly. His eyes rolled back, and his mouth flew open, breathing heavily over my face.

Then he collapsed on top of me, his strong body pressing against mine with just enough pressure to make me feel safe, wanted, and protected.

My arms wrapped around his chest. Our breathing synchronized. We were one.

Or, should I say, three?

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“You sure you don’t want to join me?” He stood at the bathroom door with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

I swallowed at the sight of his chiseled abs. “No. You freshen up while I fix something for breakfast.”

The sound of water splashing against his body brought vivid images to my mind. My body drummed with desire.

But I wanted to be a good host and make breakfast before taking Rocky for a walk.

A smile had planted itself on my face ever since I had opened my eyes that morning, Damon's blue eyes diving deep into mine. He had stayed the whole night. This time he hadn't left me. Maybe this time, he was here to stay?

Before I allowed myself to overthink, I cracked four eggs into a pan and watched them sizzle. I was so deep in thought I had forgotten to blink. The smell of slightly burnt eggs woke me from the daydream, I shuffled around to find utensils, turned off the stove, and rushed to open the window.

"Well, don't burn down your house, please. Where would we stay?" Damon appeared behind me, dripping wet, his hand circled gently around my waist as he spoke in my ear.

"We? Do you plan on staying?" I tilted my head back to look at him.

"If you'll have me," he kissed my neck. "I've grown quite fond of you and Rocky."

The butterflies in my core fluttered.

"Speaking of Rocky," I glanced at the blue-eyed puppy staring at me with a wet gaze. "How about I take him for a walk around the block and bring back coffee and food?"

"And leave me here all alone?" Damon looked at me puppy-eyed.

"You'll be OK, Mr. Alexander," I mocked him, smacking his towel-wrapped tight ass.

He smiled and towered over the counter, examining my cooking disaster. He poked at the eggs, picking out a few edible bites, then sniffing them and serving them to his mouth.

"Don't say a word," I warned him, seeing a look of disgust on his face. "I'll be right back. Come one, Rocky boy, no more puddles in my house."

“Ava?” He called out right before I closed the door. "Don't be too long."

How could I? My feet stumbled over each other as I rushed to the coffee shop. Rocky took brief stops to do his business while I made plans for our day together. I ordered two large cups of coffee, croissants, a cheese plate, and some chocolates, grabbed them in one hand, the other holding Rocky's leash, and speed-walked back to my apartment building.

The ten minutes away from Damon had seemed like an eternity, but as I walked in, Damon seemed frozen in time. He was still standing near the stove where I had left him. He was doing the same thing I had done earlier—not blinking. Not even Rocky jumping on his leg startled him from the trance he had fallen in.

"Damon," I touched his shoulder lightly.

He turned and flashed a fake smile. "Hey, that was quick."

"You OK? You seem…perplexed," I moved closer, trying to catch his gaze.

“I just had a few moments of peace and quiet to think, Ava,” he said quietly, still staring blankly into space, burying his fingers in my messy hair.

I swallowed. What was he getting at? I shouldn't have left him alone with his thoughts.

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