Page 32 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

James removed the cassette in exchange for the check Henry wrote. He raised his eyebrows at us, “I wanted a thousand dollars.”

“You saved us a lot of troubles, James,” Henry continued. “I owed you much more than you have asked for.”

James walked behind us and closed the door. Henry held onto my hand as we walked to the car.

“Thank you for believing in me.” Henry kissed the back of my hand. “Thank you for pushing me to find out the truth.”

I beamed excitedly. "You are a good person, Henry. I never believed you could beat up a poor man."

We headed home, and Henry went straight to the bathroom. I was brushing my hair by the dressing table when Henry came out of the bathroom, a towel loosely tied around his waist. His hair dripped of water. He pushed his hand through his hair and locked eyes with mine while he dramatically shook the water off.

Some splashed on me, but I didn't move; I couldn't. Henry's funny acts leave me surprised.

“Hey,” Henry said, walking toward me.

"I-I…" I sought for words but could find none.

All I could think of was how Henry's muscles hitched with his breathing. My hand shook as I gently placed my palm on his chest. The feel of his body under my hand sent shivers down my spine, and I moved it away hastily. Henry's eyes remained on me as he took my hand, placing it back on his chest. My breath caught in my throat, and I lifted my eyes to stare at him. He looked at me so intently that my body began to heat up. I remembered the last time we'd made love in the Maldives; he'd gone down on me like it was his last time.

My eyes drifted to the bed. I remember the heated moment of passion that had passed between us.

Henry removed a strand of hair and tucked it behind my ears. I traced my fingers along the line of his fine chest, stopping just where the towel was hooked around his waist. My eyes moved to his to see if he objected, but I could see the veins straining on his neck as he swallowed hard. Carefully, I untied the towel and watched as it fell to the ground. I gasped at the sight of Henry's hardness pointing directly at me. I heard the strangled sound of his breathing.

“You've no idea what you're doing, lady.” His words were a muffled, husky sound as I let my fingers touch him as if exploring his silky skin.

Henry hissed harshly through his teeth and held my hand firmly. I didn't drop my eyes as I stared at him, matching the raw desire in his eyes. Moving his right hand to the back of my neck, he pulled me quickly to him and claimed my lips as his. The feel of his lips on mine was intoxicating, filling my brain with nothing but thoughts of him. This kiss differed from the first; it began with a slow burn, then became hot and intense. This kiss was focused on our lips, then our tongues. We held an intensity of emotion that left me breathless, as if every emotion and longing we shared had been poured into that single, passionate moment.

I could feel his heart racing in tandem with mine. Our lips still fusing, we moved to the bed haphazardly. He broke the kiss and hastily and unquestioningly helped me out of the work clothes I was still wearing. Then, he sat, straddling me on his lap, although I was still wearing my panties and bra. I could feel his hardness puncturing my ass cheeks, and I wanted nothing more than to feel him inside me. Henry unhooked my bra and took one breast in his mouth while he tickled the other. I threw my head backward and heard my cries as they fell against the room's walls.

"Oh…God!!!"

Oh, God!! The night called back at me.

I stuffed my hands in his hair, pulling at it for balance. His tongue did things to my breasts. I couldn’t describe the current of pleasure that passed through my body. Henry moved from one to the other, dipping and sucking until my body was about to explode from excitement. He grabbed my mouth in another kiss, then kissed my ears and my neck. Stopping to stare, he stopped kissing me and cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him.

“Amelia, I want you to ride me. Can you do that?”

I had no idea how to do it, but I nodded, staring widely at him. I would do anything he wanted as long as it made him happy.

“Good,” he said, literally tearing my panties off me. He lifted me up and placed me gently onto his hard cock.

He moaned as I took all of him inside of me. I arched my hips, hooking my arms around his neck as I began slow movements. I rocked back and forth, up and down, my cries and his joining, filling the room. Occasionally, Henry lifted his waist to push into me. He held my waist, steadying me, and we moved our bodies in unison. The pleasures were unbearable as I swayed my hips, trying to keep up with his movement.

Holding him tightly, I pressed my body to him, but he lifted me up and placed me on the bed.

He climbed on top of me and shoved into me again, driving his waist forward and backward. He slammed into me so hard that the volume of my cries increased.

"Henry…" I screamed his name. The sound bounced off the walls, echoing loudly. I felt the torrent pass through his body and held him tightly, wrapping my legs around his hips as he found release.

He collapsed on my body, crushing me, but I didn't mind. I held onto him tightly as if afraid to let go.

“Damn!!! That was so good,” he said, nibbling at my neck.

“You're crushing me,” I cried softly, now feeling the weight of his body on mine.

Chuckling, he rolled off me, got up, and entered the bathroom.

Chapter fifteen

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