Page 53 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

“I love you,” I breathed. “Now, fuck me.”

With the muted sounds of the lively party as our lovemaking soundtrack, Chadwick pushed me down into the mattress. He looked at me with a combination of feral hunger and true adoration.

Taking my lower lip into his mouth, he nipped at my tender flesh. I shivered when the day’s growth of beard brushed against my face.

Nudging my knees apart and settling at my center, he unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis. He inelegantly stripped the pants off and flung them against the bed.

“I need you so much.” I opened my knees wider to encourage him for more.

“Patience. I’ve never brought a girl here. You are the first. Being caught by my parents terrified me so I never tried. I would have been nervous to have the girl of my dreams in my bed. With my luck, you would have made me beg for a touch of your fine pussy.” He draped a leg over one of mine, pinning me against the bed. His lips traced my chin and landed at the base of my neck.

“St. Clairs marry for life. In thirty years, we will be right here. Doing this. I will never tire of you,” he uttered against my skin as his tongue roamed over my collarbone.

His thumbs brushed lightly over my hips as he lowered my panties down my legs until I was bare to him. His tongue continued its journey down to the rock-hard peaks on my breasts.

“I love your body.”

He moved until his face was at the juncture of my thighs. He closed his eyes and inhaled my scent deeply. He always did that before he gingerly flicked his tongue against my bare flesh. My body writhed in response to the simple move and sank further into his web. Our moans steadily grew louder.

“Chadwick, quiet. You will get us caught.”

“Shhh. You’re loud,” he teased. “And delicious.” He took delight in the aromas and flavors of my womanhood.

After he had his fill, he lifted me and took possession of my mouth. I caged him between my long legs. Before I could register what was happening, he sank his large cock into me. Inch by agonizing inch. We moaned and ground in perfect rhythm as he moved in and out of me.

I felt the heat of his breath against my neck as we panted in sync with the rhythm of our movements. He moved deeper and deeper as his hips drove faster and faster. We raced each other to our orgasms, and I found my release only seconds before he reached his. I won!

We rolled away from each other, panting and lying flat on our backs. I stared up at the ceiling while my inhales and exhales returned to normal. In true Kandace fashion, I exclaimed the only thought in my head.

“I hope my poor body can handle another thirty years of that.”

Chadwick

I knew the decision to keep our marriage a secret would be a big mistake. I should have known the truth would come out before we were ready. Kandace was a terrible liar—she had no poker face. We had naively assumed that she could act her way through questions about our relationship. Meanwhile, I was used to lying for selfish reasons, but I maintained openness with my parents. They knew me well enough to sense when I lied.

Last night, Martin St. Clair, Esquire had summoned me to his office for an after-hours meeting. The invitation had all the warmth and professionalism one would expect for a prostate exam, and I’d assumed he wanted to pull out a last-ditch effort to convince me to join St. Clair and begin succession training.

I dressed in my finest professional attire—a navy suit, white shirt, and navy tie—and made my way to the corporate headquarters.

The St. Clair Enterprises corporate offices were in the Hancock Whitney Center, the tallest building in New Orleans. The company occupied two floors of the towering skyscraper. He had decided the office location with the intended purpose of magnifying St. Clair as a global organization. I remembered the controversy when my father moved the offices from the warehouse space. Many employees had felt he’d forgotten his roots. “Always go big or go home,” was his response to the naysayers.

I waved my badge over the security panel, and I entered the marble floor lobby when the doors clicked open. The receptionist desk was empty, as the staff had gone home for the evening.

I walked through the maze of cubicles and offices before reaching the open area where my father’s assistant sat. Milly was a few years older than I was and recently married. I was sure she would rather have been having dinner with her new husband instead of working late.

“Your father is expecting you. Go on in.” She nodded toward the heavy mahogany door.

My father looked up from his computer in response to my knock and waved me into the office.

“Come in. Shut the door. We need to talk.”

I closed the door and crossed the room to sit in the leather chair facing his desk. Dad’s office was what you would expect from any executive of his level, outfitted with latest in office design of wood and steel. On his desk sat several picture frames containing photos of my mother and me. In the corner was a kitchenette with a small refrigerator and wet bar.

His tie hung loosely around his neck, and he’d rolled his shirt sleeves to his forearms. He looked casual, but his facial expression was another story. Something had him stressed out.

“Hey, Dad. What’s going on?” I settled into the chair.

“Would you like something to drink? Water? Brandy?” He gestured to the minibar in the office’s corner.

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