Page 20 of The Billionaire's Obsession

The last few seconds were sloppy, as his hips stuttered and my hands and mouth drove him on until he burst in my mouth. He came a lot, or so it seemed to me, as his dick pulsed jet after jet of come down my throat. I swallowed quickly, trying to keep up. I’d die if we left a mess all over his uncle’s guestroom bed. I felt wicked, bobbing on him, cleaning up the slightly salty, musky come, until there wasn’t any left, while Cole watched me the entire time. When I pulled back, my lips were shining with his spend, and he rubbed a finger across them.

“How was that, teacher?”

“Unfucking believable.” His voice was hoarse. He gave me a wicked grin. “Now lie on your front and spread your legs. It’s your turn.”

CHAPTER14

Cole

Iwoke before Riley. Despite sleeping as little as usual, I felt more rested than I could remember ever being before. She was facing away from me, curled against my front. I traced the ribbons of red hair lying across the white pillows.

I felt complete. The thing I had moved to LA to find, I’d found in her. A reason not to work so much. A life to live. For me, it was all Riley Delaney.

Rising carefully so as not to wake her or jostle her ankle, I headed downstairs. Uncle Charlie’s chef, Rosa, had just put a pan of freshly baked croissants in the oven. She smiled warmly at me as I poured a cup of her signature hazelnut roast coffee and headed out the double doors to a huge terrace that overlooked the vineyard.

The sun had just broken the horizon, spreading long tendrils of gold across the sleeping vines. The air smelled like lavender and night jasmine, just fading from the air.

“It was this very view that sold me on this place, you know.” My uncle’s voice wasn’t a surprise. He had always been an early riser, just like me.

He braced a hand on the stone wall that surrounded the terrace and we drank our coffee in silence for a long moment.

“It’d be a great place for an artist to live,” Charlie muttered.

I narrowed my eyes at him, turning to see his expression.

“I’m just saying I won’t be around forever. I’m eighty-five, Cole, though I know I don’t look a day over fifty. I’d like to know that someone I love enjoys this place. It’d break my heart to know that it sat empty and neglected, while you try to get away from work for an odd weekend, once a year. This place is meant to be lived in.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not ready for you to leave me, so don’t plan on it right now. About this place, yeah, I could imagine a life here.”

Charlie’s surprise showed on his face. Then he nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just there’s only one thing that could cause such a dramatic change in such a driven man, and I guess she’s sleeping upstairs.”

I chuckled. “I guess she is.”

Both smiling into our cups, we drank in companionable silence.

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We drove backto the city, even though it cost us far more time than I’d planned for the entire trip. Honestly, I’d have cycled if it meant having Riley to myself for longer. She and my uncle had hit it off spectacularly, just like I’d known they would. The highlight of my year had been listening to them talk about art. I’d known that Charlie was a great art supporter and enthusiast, but I hadn’t understood the depths of his passion.

“Your uncle is so amazing. The places that he’s been, the museums and galleries, he’s inspiring.”

“Yeah, well, he’s officially too old for you, so stop sighing over him before I get jealous.”

She grinned. “Combined, you’d be the perfect man.”

“That isn’t an image that I want in my head, and besides, sweetheart, I think you just called me an art idiot and I’m not sure I like that.”

“Well, I know nothing about tech stuff, and you clearly do. Considering the difference in our net worth, I guess it’s obvious which of us is smarter.”

“You’ll get your break. You’re too talented not to.”

She sighed. “Maybe. I’d just be honored to be an up-and-coming sculpture that a collector like Charlie buys. Someone in the scene, you know. I don’t have to be anyone outside of it. I’m not looking to be a household name or anything. My dreams are very modest.”

“Are you bargaining with the universe right now?”

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