Page 49 of Enticing My Off Limits Billionaire

"Making you come makes me happy," he growls. "Giving you pleasure...being with you. Come for me, Madison."

I come apart at his words alone, at the lightest touch of his fingers. He gasps in a breath, then his tongue invades my mouth as I jerk my hips up into his hand.

"Such a good girl, coming when I tell you to," he says.

"Yes..." I breathe. "Yes, Quinn. Fuck me."

He kisses me hard, and I feel his cock there at my entrance—and then he's pressing inside me, filling me completely. I wrap my legs around him and cry out, but he muffles my cry with his lips.

"Wouldn't want to wake Delia," he says, bringing me back to earth with a chuckle. "She's already holding this over us."

"Let her," I whisper. "I'm not ashamed."

He grins. "Neither am I."

He thrusts his hips again, and this time, he doesn't try to keep me quiet. I cry out toward the ceiling, clawing at his back, and I feel him pulse inside me.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're so fucking sexy. I want to stay like this forever."

I wrap my legs around his hips, bury my fingers in his hair, and I pull him in for a kiss as he fucks me, each thrust sending me spiraling higher.

"I want that, too," I whisper.

He moans into my mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucks me. I cry out again, and he shushes me, but it's too late. The tension is coiling within me, winding tighter and tighter with each thrust of his cock.

"I'm going to come," I gasp.

He groans in response. "Come for me, baby. Be a good girl and come."

I cry out again as everything inside me snaps, and it's his name on my lips, whispered over and over like a chant. He groans and thrusts harder one last time...

...and buries himself inside me, shuddering and shaking, clutching me close as he falls over the edge with me.

He collapses on top of me, and I wrap my arms around him as he kisses me again. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, and I run my fingers through his messy hair. I run my other hand down his back, and he shifts slightly as he pulls out, looking me in the eye from where he lies beside me.

There's this unreadable expression in his eyes, but there are no words—just his arm across my breasts, his fingers gliding through my hair.

"You look like you want to say something," I whisper.

He frowns, and for a horrible second, I think he will end things. Maybe it's because I'm paranoid—or because I've been treated so poorly by so many people in my life—but I brace myself for it regardless.

That's not what he does at all, though.

"I'm falling in love with you, Madison," he says quietly.

I look back at him, my heart hammering in my chest. I think he can feel my pulse pick up, because his gaze darts down to my chest for a split second, the concern etched into his features.

"Are you..." he starts, but I press my finger to his lips.

"I love you, too," I whisper. "I know it's...I know it's early and that you're not supposed to say it after sex because of endorphins and stuff, but...but I think I've loved you since that night by the lake at the wedding. I think I was always going to love you, Quinn."

There's something comforting about saying those words out loud, even though it's terrifying. I know I'm not going to see anything but kindness and genuine love in his eyes, though.

And that's exactly what I see as a wide grin spreads across his face.

"I fucking love you, Madison Sterling," he says. "I love you so fucking much."

I can feel my heart beating faster, and I can't help but grin like an idiot. It feels like I'm dreaming like none of this is real—but that's how it should feel.

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