Page 44 of The Billionaire and I

But for a moment, I let myself wish things could be different. I let my thoughts become wishes, and I let them carry me away. I wished that instead of his neighbors trying to get Cole evicted because I was a prostitute, they’d invited us to a dinner party. Instead of Todd and Evie getting married today, it was Cole and me. I would wear a gorgeous white dress, and no matter what bad things I’d done in my life, it would all be washed away. I’d be safe. I’d be Cole’s wife. And he would love and protect me, in sickness and health, till death did us part.

And then, even though it twisted my heart, I pictured the things I usually thought about when I was trying to escape. The dogs I might get, the Pitbull or the Rottie and the fat BFF mutt sidekick—picket fences, well-tended yards, kids playing on a swing set, sunshine, and lemonade.

But this time, I thought about having those things with Cole.

That thin weed of hope, the one I could never eradicate, stretched out toward the light. I could feel it in my heart. It was the part of me that never gave up—not on myself or my dreams, no matter how farfetched they might be.

Don’t do it, girl,said the voice in my head.Don’t do it to yourself.

Sighing, I cleaned up my dishes and headed for the shower. The voice was right, and I knew it.

That didn’t make it hurt any less.

Cole didn’t sayanything about his meeting when he got back. Instead, he climbed into the shower with me and started washing my hair. “I missed you,” Cole said. He sounded surprised and maybe a little off-kilter.

“I missed you too, handsome.” I smiled as he massaged my hair, the lather running down between us. “It’s a beautiful day, huh? A nice day for the wedding. I’m happy for them.” I kept my tone light. My billionaire client wasn’t paying me to have an emotional breakdown; he was paying me to be a fun, sexy date.

I stepped closer to him. “How about I wash you?”

Cole’s eyes were hooded as I grabbed his wicked-expensive shower gel and rubbed it across his enormous, chiseled chest. His glorious cock, which had been at half-mast arousal, sprang fully to life. Pure female satisfaction welled inside me as my hands roamed lower, soaping his amazing rock-hard abs and bulging thigh muscles.

“Mmm, that feels good.” Cole closed his eyes, finally seeming to relax into my touch.

I lifted myself on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his just as my hands circled his thick, erect cock. He moaned again, his tongue seeking mine as I started to milk him. The thing about sex with Cole? It was real natural. Like, I never had to ask him what he wanted, and he never had to tell me what to do. And vice versa. We just moved together, our bodies instinctively anticipating each other’s desires in time.

He flexed his hips and deepened the kiss. I increased the pressure of my hands, rubbing his hard length from base to tip. He thrust again, grunting. I reached down and stroked his balls just the way he liked, grinning to myself. I loved that I knew just how to touch him, how to please him. It made me feel like a billion dollars.

I got down on my knees and milked him, massaging his balls in time with his thrusts. He gave himself over to me, head thrown back, the cords in his neck standing out as I pleasured him. “Fuck, babe,” he moaned.“Yes.”He started thrusting harder, and I increased the pressure, squeezing him enough so that he went wild. It didn’t take long. He orgasmed hard, cursing and shuddering, his hands deep in my wet hair.

When he came to, he pulled me up to my feet. We collapsed against the shower wall together, his arms wrapped around me. He kissed me tenderly, again and again—on my lips, my cheeks, my shoulders, the top of my head. For some weird reason, I wanted to cry. What was my problem? It was just a handy in the shower!

“Thank you, Jenny.” He pulled me closer. “Thank you.”

It sounded like maybe he was thanking me for more than just playing with his balls, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Anytime, Coley.” My tone was light, but as I clung to his chest, the hot water pouring over us, I felt heavy. I wanted to stay like that forever, safe in our luxury shower cocoon.

That didn’t stop me from plastering a smile onto my face as I pulled him in for another playful kiss. I grinned as I grabbed the shower gel and ran my hands up and down his fantastic body. His magic penis started to stiffen again—like I said, it was magic!

I grinned at him as I wrapped my hands around his hardening length. “Come again, as they say,” I joked.

“What are you doing to me, babe?” he asked, but he knew. Of course, he knew; this was me and him, him and me. It felt like wewere made for each other. Cole threw his head back as he relaxed again, giving himself over to my touch.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he said.

“I know,” I said, and I meant it. I might not be forever, but he would never forget me.

I was going to make damn sure of that.

CHAPTER 22

Cole

I don’t knowhow I found the strength to button my dress shirt and drag on my suit. Jenny had been relentless that morning, not that I was complaining. We’d fooled around in the shower, on the bathroom vanity, and finally, the bed—after we’d collapsed onto it. Jenny’s smoking-hot body and our respective multiple orgasms were a welcome distraction from my conversation with my father that morning.

Of all the awful things he’d said to me, only one hurt.Your mother would be so upset if she could see you now.

Was that true? Would my mother be ashamed of me?

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