Page 7 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

Seeing the massive bed brought many images of Henry and me to mind as I became aware of his hands gliding to the middle of my back. Everything but the two of us seemed small and gradually faded into the background. Henry's eyes fell on my lips, and my whole body was ignited in flames of impatience.

Oh, God, kiss me already! I screamed in my head. Or I thought I did.

“Patience, darling.” Henry's voice drawled as he traced a fine line along my lower lip, then the upper one, as if familiarizing himself with them.

I gasped, surprised that I had spoken out loud. My lips fell open at his touch. I didn't have much time to feel embarrassed as if he had heard the thoughts in my head. Henry's lips finally met mine; it was as if the universe had burst into a cascade of stars. His lips touched mine delicately, daintily, softly, and subtly as if he was afraid that things might spiral out of control if he wasn’t gentle.

I pushed my hips forward, hooking my hands around his neck, letting my body press closer to his for more. Henry must have gotten my signal because his hands became firm on my back, pulling me closer so that my breasts touched his bare chest. He let his tongue delve into my mouth, tasting, licking and sucking.

The kiss deepened, becoming more fierce and intense, and I could feel our desires igniting.

There was an already alarming heat pooling between my legs, unfamiliar but exciting. I wanted Henry to touch me down there or I'd burst. I moaned into his mouth, then unconsciously took one of his hands and directed it under my skirt to my folds. I was wet and hot as his fingers grazed me. He pulled his hand away violently, as if he had been burned, breaking the kiss with a strangled groan escaping his lips. My eyes flew open. I was worried that I might have done something to ruin the moment, clueless. I didn't want Henry to stop; I wanted him to take me into his arms and make me his.

I wanted his hot kisses all over my body, especially the throbbing wetness between my legs.

Henry held me at arm's length, his eyes roaming over my body. I told him that he should continue kissing me, but he began unbuttoning my shirt, ordering me without a word to take it off, along with my skirt. He unhooked my bra and pulled down my panties, watching me as I stepped out of them. He kept staring at me, his eyes burning through my naked body.

“Damn, Amelia, You're so beautiful, so damned breathtaking.”

Before I could react to his words, he grabbed me, lifting me and placing me on the bed. He claimed my lips in a frenzied wild kiss; by the time he broke it, I was trembling from the passion coursing through me. When I thought the pleasure might pass, Henry's tongue started to survey my breasts, sending bliss to my brain and making my bones feel weak.

I dug my nails into the sheets as his mouth feasts on my breasts, licking and sucking. He moved away from them and trailed kissed from my stomach to my belly button, nibbling at intervals. Then with his hands parting my legs, his tongue slipped right into my crease. A sparkling sensation shot straight to my brain, assailing my senses. A rip of pleasure burst through me, the kind I never thought possible.

I was about to erupt from the intense pleasure building up inside me; but Henry got up and I was too lazy to open my eyes and see what he was doing. Seconds later, I felt him again hovering above me. This time, I opened my eyes to see him resting on one elbow. I felt him hard and firm, pushing through the opening between my legs. It took him seconds, and he couldn't get past. I knew why.

“You've got to let me in…sweetie.” I could hear the strangled frustration in his voice.

I arched my hips forward and upward, giving him more room to slide in. The sharp pain that shot into my brain made me wince, bringing tears to my eyes. However, it was quickly replaced by the awareness of him inside me.

Henry paused, breathing heavily, “Did I hurt you?” he muttered into my ears.

He was far from hurting me; it was pleasant to have him fill me up. As a response, I arched my hips forward more, burying my hands into his hair and moving my hips slightly. Henry took that as his cue, slowly moving his hips, thrusting in and out until he was sure I was comfortable. The movement became rhythmic; and soon, our bodies moved in perfect harmony, syncing to the sensual rhythm of the moment. I could feel him reaching the edge as his body began to pulsate. Very soon, he took me down the edge with him. My whole body vibrated violently as pleasure erupted from deep within me.

I planned to disappear before Henry woke up, but he was up before me, insisting I have breakfast with him. Henry's staff already had the dining table set and he held out a chair as I sat down. Before us was a strawberry yogurt jug, two plates of scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit salad, and two slices of bread.

“You didn’t have to trouble yourself.”

“I have to.” Henry was telling me to eat.

Henry’s houseman came into the dining room to announce, “Miss Julia is at the door,”

Henry’s countenance changed when he heard Julia’s name. He looked up at me as he excused himself. Henry went off to the front door. He raised his voice, telling her he didn't want to talk now. He took a few more minutes before returning. “It's just an old friend of mine.”

The person seemed like something other than an old friend. He was upset at her for some reason unknown to me. I ate quietly in Henry’s awkward silence. Whoever this Julia was, she sounded like an important person to Henry.

And for some reason, it scared me.

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“Are you okay?” Camille asked for the second time in a row. I told her that I was fine and there was nothing to worry about, but she didn't believe me.

“I’m fine.” I faked a smile. “You shouldn’t worry about me.”

Camille respected my need for privacy and told me she wanted to treat me to dinner this weekend.

“I'm paying this time,” she warned. She had always wanted to pay whenever we went out, but I always reminded her that I had my parents' free money. This time, however, she wanted to pay since she now earned a decent living as a doctor.

“Friday night,” I said, giving in to her pressure, “all the bills are on you.”

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