Page 97 of The Sexy Billionaire

I continue to rub my hands over her soft skin. My dick is rising to the occasion again, which is not surprising, but I’m not sure she’s quite ready for it yet.

When I finish making sure she is clean, I look up and find her chocolate eyes assessing me. I know what’s going on inside her, probably listing off all the ways she can kick me out of her apartment and pretend what happened didn’t.

“Hey, what happened?” she asks, frowning at me.

“What?” I answer, confused by her question.

“Your face went sad. One minute I thought you were seconds away from pushing me up against the shower wall and having your way with me, and then suddenly, your face dropped.”

Oh.

Usually, I can hide what’s going on in my head, but I guess I let my façade slip for the moment.

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” I answer honestly.

She reaches out and cups my face. “What made you sad?”

“The fear that you were going to kick me out before I had a chance to fuck you again.”

“Oh,” she says, her hand dropping from my face.

Shit. I messed up. Again. I shouldn’t have told her what I was truly thinking. She probably thinks I’m crazy or, even worse, a stalker like her ex.

“You want to keep fucking me?” she questions.

Now it’s my turn to reach out and cup her face. “Yes. I never want to stop.”

She bites her bottom lip as she mulls over my confession. “Maybe we should try a second time, you know, just in case the first was a fluke and?—”

I don’t let her finish the sentence before my lips are on hers, pushing her up against the shower wall. She lets out a small squeak before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me to her.

Yes.

I pick her up and make her wrap her legs around my waist, not breaking our kiss as I turn off the shower. We stay conjoined as I carefully step out of the shower.

“Be careful,” she squeals when I wobble a little.

“Always,” I tell her before kissing her again. But for safety reasons, I pull myself from her lips as we exit the bathroom and enter her bedroom, grabbing a towel on the way past and throwing it down on the bed. I straighten it out, then lay her down on it. “Stay there,” I tell her before running back into the bathroom and grabbing another fluffy white towel. I quickly dry myself off and then bring the towel to her; she’s sitting up on her elbows watching my every move. I throw the towel at her, making her scream before I wrap it around her. She’s like a little white cocoon pinned to the bed as I lean in and kiss her again. Moans fall from her lips as the kiss heats up. She then nips my lip, surprising me. I stare down at her and she laughs. A laugh that is so carefree it fills my soul with joy.

“Let me go.” She giggles, trying to buck against the towel.

“Never.” I smirk.

She stills, understanding the double meaning behind that answer and stops fighting me. I sit up and release her and she leans forward to wrap her arms around my neck and the next thing I know, she’s pulling me onto the bed and straddling me. She looks down at me and smiles.

“Maybe never is okay,” she says.

Hope blooms in my chest. Is she saying that maybe we have a chance?

Before I can say anything, she’s lined herself up against my cock and is sinking down on it.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her heat envelops me. My hands come out and grab her hips.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, Gio, but what I do know is, I like fucking you,” she tells me honestly.

“I like fucking you.”

“Good to know.” She grins. “Give me time, though, for whatever this is, okay?” she asks.

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