Page 92 of Heart of Stone (Dark Billionaires)

She was going to hate herself for this in the morning, but fuck it.

“Are you going to carry on staring or are you going to come and help me?”

The carnal growl of satisfaction that left Warren’s throat had her thighs squeezing together. “Fuck yes,” he snarled, darting forwards and flicking the covers back in one strangely alluring movement. “Open your legs, kitten. I need to taste you.”

Kate bit her lip. How could she refuse such a request?

He descended upon her like a starving man, his tongue going straight to her clit. Kate threw a hand over her mouth to muffle her moan, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.

Warren had no qualms about being quiet. His groan sent ecstatic vibrations into her sensitive flesh. “I’ve missed you.” His lips moved against her. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, kitten.”

“Stop talking,” she hissed, digging her hand into his hair. She yanked him back against her clit, gasping when he lashed his tongue against her. “Just make me come.”

He had her at the edge quicker than she could have done it herself. Warren’s long fingers curled inside her as he sucked her clit. With a muffled cry, she came on his tongue, her toes curling into his shoulders. Warren kept up with her movements, the blissful undulations of her hips that moved in time with the riotous pleasure storming through her body.

Until she fell back against the bed, utterly exhausted.

“Kate…”

The sound of his voice chased every ounce of contentment from her body, until shame nipped at her heels. Kate opened her eyes reluctantly.

Warren sat on his haunches between her legs, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pyjama bottoms, as though he’d paused midway through taking them off. His attention had been snared, it appeared, by the movement in her stomach. His hand hovered over it, not quite touching. “Is that the baby?” he asked in hushed tones.

She nodded, pressing herself into the bed.

He laughed then. A small, happy sound that spread a smile across his face. “Can I feel her?”

For the first time since he’d entered the room, he was close enough for her to realise that shadows hung below his eyes, and black bruises of restlessness had sharpened his face.

“No,” Kate said, shoving his hand away from her bump. She pulled the bedcovers up like a shield. “Get out.”

The disappointment on Warren’s face was so palpable she might have called it grief. “But I thought we…”

She cuddled into the pregnancy pillow, her hands fisting the memory foam. “You thought wrong.”

“I love you,” he said weakly. One final offering. “I love her. From the moment I saw her heartbe—”

“And I hate you. Now get out. You’ve served your purpose.”

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Kate

Rhysloweredhisvoice,sitting next to her on the sofa in the solicitor’s waiting room. “Do you want me to come in with you?”

Kate gave him a dismissive shake of her head. “I’ll be fine.” She rested her hand over her growing bump. With every step she’d taken towards the solicitor’s office, she’d felt a sense ofwrongnesscreeping up on her.

I love you. I love her.

“Would you forgive him?” she asked quietly, Warren’s voice circling her brain like a pack of hounds cornering a fox.

He didn’t have to ask who she was talking about. She saw it in his face. Rhys crossed his arms, deep in thought. “I don’t want to upset you—”

She barely refrained from rolling her eyes. “So yes, then.”

“Why did you ask the question if you don’t want to hear my answer?” Rhys bit out.

That shut her up.

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