Page 40 of The Damaged Billionaire

“Since?” I ask, wondering what she is going to say.

“Since New York,” she breathes out, and I feel relieved. Relieved that I am the only man to get her like this. The last one she’s had.

“Well, I better feed you, then I will tuck you in tight,” I say, smiling, because she is right; as much as I want to be with her over and over again, we need food and sleep. It is late, and I can rest easy knowing that I got her to seven. A new record, and one I hope to beat in the near future.

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It’s raining. The sound is nonexistent in my penthouse, but the view out my bedroom window is dark and gloomy, the droplets hitting the glass before they slowly drip down. My eyes are wide, my mind alert, yet my body relaxed as the woman next to me snores softly. I feel content. For the first time in a long time, I slept all night, not waking once. Now my bed is warm, her body is soft, her snores sweet, and I itch to kiss her lips that puff out with every exhale she takes.

“I can feel you looking at me,” she says, and I grin. Nothing gets past her.

“Making sure you don’t run away again,” I say jokingly, although there's a little bit of truth to my statement. Her eyes open slowly, and she looks right at me.

“I’m not running away. I’m not leaving. I could get used to this comfy bed and all the orgasms you deliver,” she says, her mouth curving into a smile, and I laugh.

My hand dangles near her shoulder, and my fingers strum up and down her arm, brushing her soft skin. I don’t want to move. I have to go into the office today. I have meetings scheduled, and after leaving early yesterday, I am acutely aware that the paperwork I have to do has probably doubled in size.

“How did you sleep?” I ask her, because like me, I think she was out cold.

“Heavy. So good. You?” she asks what is to her an innocent question, but to me, it carries weight.

“Surprisingly well,” I say honestly.

“Why surprisingly? Do you not usually sleep well?” I forgot how smart she is. Always picking up on what I don’t say rather than what I do.

“No, not really. I think the last time I slept well was in New York.” I give her the truth. There is something about lying here, the two of us totally naked, that has me wanting to give her nothing but my honesty.

“Really? Why is that?” she asks, and I shrug.

“A lot on my mind, I guess. Speaking of which, I took your advice,” I tell her, my mind running.

“Which advice was that?”

“Singapore. It was a good idea. I have our scouts over there, and they are already teeing up meetings.” I’m feeling highly optimistic about this move and one I need to speak to my brothers about.

“That’s good? Right?” she asks, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Yeah. So far. I might have to make a trip over there in the next few weeks, to help things along.” That is how I usually operate, but suddenly, I don’t want to leave Willow for even a moment.

“Well, that will be our focus in the interview with Business News that we have coming up. You can talk about breaking new ground and Rothschild Construction entering new markets. We don’t have to go into details, but it will show leadership, innovation, strength, and resilience,” she says, and I watch her and can see her mind working overtime right along with mine. Her quick thinking and insights make her look even more desirable, if that’s even possible.

“You will be there?” I ask her. I hate interviews and hate being put on the spot, so I would like her to run interference if I need it. That, and the fact that I just want her with me. All of the time.

“Of course. But I do need to get up and go home this morning. My sister comes home today, and I haven’t seen her in a few weeks,” she says, her hand coming to rest on my cheek, her thumb brushing against my skin. It feels nice lying here like this. I haven’t done this before. It is new. I usually jump out of bed, not giving my sexual partners any morning chatter or caresses. But Willow is different. I am different with her.

“Well, before you go…” I lean down and take her lips in mine. I kiss her slowly. Taking my time. Pulling her closer to me, her body melts into mine. I run my hand up and down her naked torso, feeling all of her as she maneuvers her legs, wrapping one around me. My hand lowers down her middle until I hit her core, and I dip my fingers inside. Warm, wet, and ready.

“I’m going for a new record,” I whisper on her lips.

“Oh yeah?” she asks, her voice hitching as I rub her clit.

“Yeah. I think we can get two more in before you need to leave.” She moans lightly and bites her bottom lip as my fingers find a rhythm.

“I think that sounds like a good idea.” Just as her body arches and her breasts hit my chest, I lower my mouth. Hitting my target that morning, making it a solid nine orgasms for my girl.

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR - WILLOW

I’m home. Showered and content, even though my body is a little achy in places it hasn’t been for a very long time. As I sit tapping on my laptop, I feel the familiar sense of forboding rise up my throat. I crossed the line. There is no going back. Have I done the right thing? I feel like it is the right thing. I want him. He wants me. We are adults. I smile to myself as I think about last night. How good it was. How good we are together. I let go of the breath I have been holding and try to rid my body of the remaining stress over the situation. Will this damage my reputation? Being with a client? I try to think of other people in similar situations and some have worked out and others haven’t, but in all cases, their businesses haven’t been affected. Not long term anyway.

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