Page 132 of The Billionaire Is Back

Batter Late than Never

Grady

I really do lovethis town and I appreciate the genuinely enthusiastic cheering from the crowd after my announcement—especially from Crabby—but everything fades away when my girl runs out on stage to throw her arms around my neck. I lift her up and swing her around. The cheers grow louder. When I lower her to the ground, Claire asks, “You’re really back for good?”

“Yes, I am. You’re never getting rid of me.” I give her a very PG kiss on the cheek.

She takes my hand in hers as we stroll offstage, where both of our parents have gathered with our brothers and Vera. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted us to stay focused on you and your cake.” There is so much more I want to tell her, with my lips and tongue and hands and another very impatient part of me, but it will have towait until we’re alone.

Like I said, I do love this town. But I’m dying to get back to our house so Claire and I can be alone together. I love the people of the town, and it feels like every single one of them comes over to me and Claire to congratulate us and ask for pictures of us with the lobster cake. I love my parents, who are happier than I even imagined they would be to find out I’m back for good. I love Claire’s parents, who give us a ride home, even though Helen Sweeney tells her husband to drive by two open houses just to give us an idea of what else is on the market and Bob pulls over by the side of the road to take a picture of a blue heron.

Finally, I’m unlocking the front door to the five-bedroom house I will be spending the rest of the day and night in with Claire. We wait until her parents’ car disappears from view before starting to kiss and undress each other. We pause for three seconds while I punch in the code for the security system and she tears off her T-shirt and then I’m devoting all of my attention to the woman who makes every part of me happy like nothing else ever could.

Claire breathes my name against my lips, over and over. I would sell everything I own if that’s what it takes to make her understand that she’s the most important thing in the world to me. My tongue finds hers, and we both sigh and groan, begging for forgiveness and giving it in the same frantic, wordless conversation. It turns out my relentless drive and desire to conquer was a bottomless need for this woman. I promise her with the deep-soul kiss of a man who’s known her her whole life that Iwill spend the rest of mine giving her all that I have and taking everything she’ll give me.

She tastes like vanilla and butter and sugar and the best decision I’ve ever made.

“I’m so sorry I told you to go,” she tells me between feverish kisses. “All that time we could have spent together.”

“I’m here now, baby. I’m not mad about it.”

She kicks off her shoes and then jumps up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I am! You could have been controlling that remote thing in my panties the whole time you were in New York!”

I carry her to the living room while she finishes unbuttoning my shirt. “Well, not the whole time. You would have had to recharge it at some point.” Which reminds me, my tech guy should have that prototype done by now. But more importantly— “Speaking of your panties. Take them off.” I drop her onto the sofa, and my mouth waters when I watch her tits bounce under the little cotton camisole.

“Thought you’d never ask,” she says, smirking as she unbuttons her jeans.

“That was not a request,” I assure her as I step out of my pants. “That was an order.”

And there’s that eye roll that I look forward to punishing her for for all eternity. “Oh, we’re back to that again.” Those blue eyes are hooded and begging for me, but she puts on a good show.

“We’re back to that.” I free my aching erection from the confines of my boxer briefs and sit down beside her. “Againand again and again.”

Claire straddles me, gripping my shoulders almost as tight as I’m squeezing her beautiful, round ass. She lowers herself down so, so slowly until her warm, wet pussy kisses the tip of my cock. Holding there, she clenches around me as she stares down at me, kissing me with her eyes open, watching me go mad for her. She moves her hips in tiny circles. I suck in my breath, and the palm of my hand against her taut flesh forces her to release her chokehold on the crown of my cock for a second. She slides down, taking me in as deep as she can, savoring our connection before gently rocking back and forth, softly moaning.

I try to remain still for her, let her control this reunion for as long as I can bear it. “Baby…” I whisper. What I mean isI am back for good, but now I’m really home.

“I missed you so much, Grady,” she whimpers, leaning back, resting her hands on my knees, keeping the rhythm of our movements nice and slow.

It’s poetic and evil, and I am so desperately in love with Claire Sweeney. I want to conquer her and let her conquer me. We will create so much together here, it will make Beacon Holdings look like a lemonade stand.

“I’m gonna fuck you so many times today,” I growl. I meant to utter a sweeter sentence, but all the words are coming from the same place now.

Claire giggles and clenches around me again. “Good. I’ve cleared my schedule.”

I pick up the pace, drilling up into her. I can’t take this anymore. “We’re gonna fill this house withkids, you know that?”

She braces herself against me. “Not if my mom finds us an even bigger house.”

“How ’bout you don’t talk about your mom while I’m inside you.”

“How ’bout you fill me up with your hot billionaire baby batter,” she hisses. “That better?”

“Jesus.”

That is better.

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