Page 58 of The Damaged Billionaire

I watch her swallow, taking in my words.

“But if you…” she says again, and I see her shoulders start to lower, her voice sounding a little more hopeful. I feel like jumping in the air and doing a happy dance. She is perfect. So fucking perfect for me.

“I’m not changing my mind, Willow. We were destined, you and me. You were put on this earth for me. Now get your sweet ass over here before I go crazy from not touching you.” I need her to meet me halfway. I am serious; there is no changing my mind. Kids are not something I ever really wanted. But Willow is someone I really do want. I wait a beat, wondering if she is actually going to come to me, my heart feeling like it is in my throat as my breathing is shallow.

“Bossy much?” she mumbles before a big smile comes to her face, and she jumps off her seat, launching herself into my arms. I catch her with ease, feeling her legs wrap around my middle, and my hands immediately grasp her round ass just as I take her mouth with mine. I feel her body relax on contact. Relief sweeps through both of us, my heart expanding even more, knowing that we have just pushed through some of the biggest boundaries we are ever going to face as a couple. We are on the same page. We’ve cleared the air and can finally be together just how I have always wanted.

“God, you feel good, Cupcake,” I moan against her lips. Now that I have her in my arms, I am not putting her down. My hands are glued.

“I missed you so much,” she says, and I taste a tear as it falls silently down her cheek. I pull away for a moment, looking into her glassy eyes. Another tear falls, and I lean forward, kissing it away, and she huffs a laugh.

“I will catch all your tears, Willow. Today, tomorrow, the next day. I will catch them all.”

She leans her head to rest on mine, our eyes glued to each other, as her hands run through my hair, before landing on the back of my neck and pulling me closer. Our lips meet, and I kiss her slowly. Purposefully. Deliberately. I take my time, wanting to savor her. She tastes like sweetness and seduction all rolled into one. We are soft and wanting, our tongues tangle, and I relish having her lips on mine. Her hands continue to massage my scalp, which is soothing and almost my kryptonite. My hands flex on her ass, and I pull her hips tight against me, meshing our bodies together. As exhausted as I am, I want to sink into her, my dick already standing at attention in my pants.

“Are you telling me where your bedroom is, or am I going to fuck you right here on your dining room table?”

CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR - WILLOW

“Top of the stairs to the left,” I pant, feeling whole for the first time in over a week. He came back. He is here. He is with me, and I can’t believe it. I had worked myself up so much that I was sure he would turn and walk out the door the minute I told him my news. I practiced what I was going to say all day. I repeated the words over and over to ensure I got them right. It took me a moment to comprehend what he was saying back to me. Having children and starting a family is a general norm for most people, so when Tennyson admitted that wasn’t something he wanted, it was a surprise. It took me a few seconds for it to register, but then I felt relief, then ecstatic happiness. Now I just want to feel.

I frantically tackle the buttons of his shirt while he holds me tight in his arms and runs up the stairs. He looked exhausted when I first opened the front door, probably due to the long flight and lack of sleep, but he is full of life now. With me glued to his front, he bounds up the stairs and struts straight toward my bedroom. My sister is out with Josh, but even with the house empty, he kicks the door shut before we fall onto my bed.

“You are beautiful, so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, his lips leaving mine momentarily as they drag down my neck and cleavage. “Sit up,” he demands, and I do. He pulls at the hem of my t-shirt and lifts it straight off my frame, throwing it across the room. His mouth immediately lands on my shoulders, peppering my skin before he lowers my bra straps from my shoulders. He feels so good, his lips on me making me melt. Kneeling on the bed between my legs, his hands mold my breasts, pulling the cups of my bra down. He exposes my nipples, which peak at his touch, before his hands trail around my back and he unclips my bra.

“God, I missed your tits,” he mumbles as he lowers his mouth, taking one between his lips. He rolls his tongue around it and bites it a little, tweaking the other nipple with his hand.

“I need you,” I say, not recognizing my own voice, the pleading sounds new, but I have never wanted anything more in my life than this man naked right now. With his shirt all undone, my hands tackle his jeans, unbuttoning them as he pulls his shirt from his body. I lower his zipper and pull his jeans down, taking his underwear with them and watching as his cock springs out already hard, ready and waiting right in line with my face. I wrap my hand around it and massage, eliciting a growl from his chest.

“Mmmmm, I missed your hands on me,” he says, looking down at me as both his hands work magic on my breasts.

“What about my mouth?” I ask innocently, then lean forward, taking the tip of him in my mouth. I moan at the taste, at having him back, at our connection.

“Mmmmm, your mouth is one of my favorite things about you,” he moans, my eyes flicking up, and I see him looking down right at me, so I swirl my tongue teasingly and take him deeper.

“Did you miss my cock? Did you miss me fucking your face, Cupcake?” My body quivers. His dirty talk is something I love, and I immediately squeeze my thighs together. “You need me between your thighs, baby?” His hips start to move in time with my mouth. “Is your warm, wet pussy craving my cock, just like your pretty little mouth?” He is panting now, and I need to come. As he pulls away, I take a deep breath. He grabs my hips and throws me back farther on the bed, then his hands are unbuttoning my jeans in an instant and he pulls them down my legs along with my underwear in one rapid movement. His eyes are watching me closely as he pulls his jeans off and throws them to meet mine, our clothes now all in a puddle on the floor.

“Are you just going to talk about it or show me some action?” I push him with a sly smile, and he laughs.

“Oh, you are so fucked. I am going to eat this pussy until you are a moaning mess in my mouth, then I am going to fuck it so hard, your screaming will cause the neighbors to come running.” His hands run up the inside of my thighs, and he lowers himself, ready to start on the first promise. His face meets my thigh, and I feel his tender kisses before his tongue lashes up to my center. He buries himself then, his mouth meeting my skin, his tongue lapping at me, sucking my clit, finding a rhythm.

“Ohhhhh, I missed this,” I moan, my body already twisting, the feeling almost too much. I lean up on one elbow as my other hand rushes to the back of his head. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair. A growl vibrates across my skin, and my fingers automatically massage his head as my hips grind against his face.

“Oh, Tenn…” His hands now firmly grab my ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling himself in deeper. My head falls back, and he sucks harder and harder, his warm tongue then hitting my core, and I combust. My breath pauses, the air getting stuck in my chest, and my muscles contract as he continues to suck my clit hard until I’m shaking.

“Tenn!” I yell out into the room, my body now liquid as I relax back onto the bed. But his mouth’s not yet finished as he continues licking and kissing my center before he moves up my body, his tongue trailing up my skin, latching on to my nipple, sucking and groaning some more.

“If I can do that every day for the rest of my life with you, I would be a very happy man, Willow Valentine,” he says as we come face-to-face, our noses nearly touching.

“Hmmmm, I think I would like that very much, Mr. Rothschild.” A wide smile now stretches across my face, one that he matches.

“Now, though, I want to fuck you till you scream. Think you can handle that? Because I need you hard and fast. It is going to be quick and dirty,” he quips, and I laugh.

“Do your best.” A large, barking laugh that carries around my room sounds from him before it lands back into my chest.

“I love you, Willow,” he says, still smiling, his eyes twinkling, and my heart almost bursts. My breath stops at his statement, the two of us lying here, completely naked, a light sheen of sweat on our bodies, him looking right into my eyes. It’s perfect.

“I have totally and completely fallen in love with you, Tennyson,” I whisper my truth, and he leans down, taking my lips with his. His lips don’t leave mine as we spend a moment relishing our new words, being together and touching each other endlessly.

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