Page 67 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

I smiled, “I heard, Amelia, and I’m happy for you.”

“I’m happy you’re fighting for what you want.” I responded. “Trust me, Camille, it’s worth it.”

“Is Nancy still–” I swallowed hard, trying to get the words out of my gut.

Camille completed my statement, “If you mean to ask if Nancy is still in Richmond seeking to get a hold of Troy, the answer is yes.”

The home staff walked into our conversation with a tray of apple juice and champagne. I’d requested apple juice because I was technically not allowed to have an alcoholic beverage.

“Do you want my two cents?”

Camille sighed, “Of course, Amelia. I don’t mind.”

“I think you should talk to Nancy. She’s a woman who has achieved all her dreams, and she’s built an empire. But overall, she’s still a woman with feelings.”

“What do I tell her?” Camille asked.

“Anything and everything. What matters is that you talk to her from your heart.”

Camille nodded in agreement; she was pumped up to visit Nancy alone for the first time. “Thank you so much.” Camille kissed me on the cheek as she left my home.

Again Henry and I were alone in the house. I wanted nothing but to be in his arms. Right now, I felt like I was in love with Henry anew. However, his careful instinct kicked in as I slid my hands into his joggers. He held my hands, reminding me that I was pregnant. He said a bunch of things I was sure he had carved out of the internet. Henry’s gestures since the pregnancy news made him so cute.

“I read that it’s not safe to have sex within the first few weeks of a pregnancy.” Henry talked about the internet ripped-off knowledge he had about pregnant women and their fetuses.

“Everything you read on the internet are lies,” I responded, taking his phone and deleting tabs about some pregnancy blogs he had on his browser.

“Most medical articles are written by writers who have no clue about medicine.”

“Is this the Logical Amelia speaking or an Amelia who can’t control her hormones?”

“Both,” I giggled as Henry pulled me for a spontaneous kiss.

We dove at each other like two starved individuals. Henry kissed me like a man who had not seen his woman in a long time. And I reciprocated. God, how much I never wanted to stop loving this man. Never did I imagine that I would long to be with someone as much as I longed for Henry. I needed him more than anyone else in my life. Since we’d been back from the ship, God knew how many times I had created moments like this in my head. We fumbled with each other's clothing, kicking them away as we entered the room.

First, we knocked over the bedside lamp, as Henry lifted me and placed me on the bed. He struggled to unhook my bra; and for a couple of seconds, he couldn't get the darn thing off. Briefly, he broke away from the kiss, looking at me for permission to rip it off. I could barely even nod, pulling him back to continue the kiss. The bra I was wearing was silky and easily came apart in Henry's hands.

"The damned thing!" he muttered, in frustration.

Henry’s hands played across my bare back, breasts, neck, and ribcage. His hands were igniting a fire in my whole body; it felt like the first time we had been together. I felt the heat, and the pooling between my legs dripped onto the bed. I didn't want him to waste any more time. I wanted him to take me now, right there and then.

My hands found their way along his chest, staring at his nether region. He was already hard and straining when I took off his underwear. He showered me with the same favor, going after my bra and panties. The silk fabric came off like it had never been there. Breathing hard, Henry claimed my mouth in a smoldering kiss as I guided his shaft into my slit.

As our body united as one, it felt like the purest thing ever. I had always known that I loved Henry, but what I didn't know was that my body loved him even more. The realization hit me, as he held my waist, thrusting in and out – harder and faster. Sex between two people couldn't be more delightful. The raging thrill in my head was the result of Henry filling me up.

For a moment everything was lost, every other sound gone except for our bodies slamming together. The vibration of the bed was an added joy. Our cries broke the silence of the neighborhood. Henry moved me so my back hit the headboard. I was either holding the back of his neck or burying my hands in his hair, while kissing and biting his ears. Henry sank deeper and faster into me, placing his palms on the mattress to balance himself. He kept grinding his hips in and out, escalating my cries. The sound of his cries tore me up. I held onto his neck tightly, wanting our bodies to become one.

Could our bodies just merge, and we would share one body?

I didn't want him to stop, but he broke off the connection, but only long enough to turn me around so my back was to him. Again, he dove into me. I could feel a spasm passing through his body into mine. He reduced his pace, but I would have none of that as I wiggled my hips, giving him the pace I wanted.

Unsatisfied, wanting him to fill me more, I lifted myself and curved my right hand around his neck. He held me mid-section, thumping harder. The flapping sounds of our bodies interrupted my thoughts. I began to convulse wildly, every bone in my body turning to liquid. I felt my body melt in pleasure.

It was a wonder that I heard Henry say, "No, wait for me…"

I could have imagined it, but even if I hadn't, I couldn't wait. My body gave out, shuddering uncontrollably; it didn’t take a second before Henry followed suit. I was taking him with me. It felt like an eternity, trying to control our breathing. His breathing was harsh and hot on my neck, and I welcomed the feeling. After a while, he pulled out, planting a kiss on my bare back. I thought he was about to leave me, so I grabbed his hand and placed it around me again.

“Let's stay like this…” I said. My voice was heavy with the passion we had just shared.

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