Page 30 of The Billionaire and the Stripper (The Manhattan Billionaires)

Marcus cleaned me up after we made love, and I led him to my bedroom because I couldn’t leave Rose alone. He stopped to throw on a pair of shorts and a tee, and that simple gesture made my heart melt more than the three toe-curling orgasms he’d just given me.

I woke up to find myself sprawled all over him, and his arms tight as a vice around me. He rolled me over onto my back and kissed me gently.

“Rose’s awake,” he whispered. “She’s playing by herself in her cot.”

I turned my head and found her lying on her side, smiling at us happily. The minute she caught my eye, she put her arms up and I reached for her.

“I’ll give you some time with her,” said Marcus, dropping a soft kiss on my head before he got out of bed.

It was very tactful of him to realize that this was my special time with my baby. I cuddled her for a bit and told her about Marcus.

“He’s going to be staying here for a while, but don’t you worry, Rosie Posie, you’ll always be the most important thing in my life,” I promised as I dropped kisses all over her face.

She attacked my face in response trying to chew off my nose, and we dissolved into giggles, broken only by Marcus when he set a steaming cup of coffee on the far side of my bedside table.

“I’m off for a quick run,” he whispered, stopping to tickle Rose under her chin.

She reached for him and he looked at me for permission to pick up my baby girl. When I nodded, he cradled her carefully and took her to the window to show her the sun. I stared at the sweet picture they made as he pointed out a dog in the street and the trees, and cars.

“Cah!” said Rose excitedly.

“That’s right! That’s a car. Who’s a clever girl? Who’s going to rule Wall Street before she’s twenty-five? Rosie Posie, that’s who,” he said, looking her in the eyes.

“There you go again with the propaganda,” I teased.

“Don’t listen to your Mommy. She’s very naive, but you and I know you’re a real smart cookie, aren’t you?” he asked.

Rose bounced in his arms until she let out a loud toot and made her ‘going potty’ face. Marcus handed her over to me with comic haste when he realized what was happening.

“I’ll leave you to it,” he said, with a grin.

I rolled my eyes and carried her to the changing corner.

When I got back from dropping Rose off at daycare, Marcus had my smoothie waiting for me. He was deliciously sweaty from his run, and I dragged him into the bedroom for a quickie before I got on with my workout. I had never been highly sexual, but I just couldn’t keep my hands off Marcus.

He sat at the dining table, on a conference call, and watched me as I worked out. At one point, I stopped working out and just began to dance for him. He clenched the edge of the dining table as he tried to focus on his call, but when I came down in a full split in front of him, he ended the call hastily and reached for me.

I pushed his hands away with a grin.

“You’ve had your turn, honey. Now, it’s my turn to have some fun.”

Kneeling in front of him, I reached for the button of his shorts. My fingers fumbled around it, so Marcus threw his shorts off helpfully and sat back in the chair.

I reached for his erect cock, marveling at the girth and at the fact that all of this had fit into me last night. I ran my fingertips along his length, teasing him and stroking gently until he closed my hand around it and squeezed hard. I got the point and stroked him with both hands before I leaned over to take him in my mouth.

But I didn’t get very far before Marcus pushed my head away and dragged me up to straddle him.

“I need to be inside you right now,” he muttered before he kissed me fiercely. “Keep the ballet slippers on.”

He slipped my leotard off my shoulders and I wriggled out of it, ruefully realizing that it wasn’t a very sex-friendly outfit. Meanwhile, Marcus rolled on a condom and I straddled him again. He held my eyes as I lowered myself down on his cock slowly, looking down to see his length disappearing inside me. It was a mesmerizing sight. When he was in me to the hilt, I began rocking in place, trying to get used to the fullness of him inside me.

I leaned forward to kiss him as I began to move up and down slowly. Marcus held my hips and set the pace, helping me move faster. I widened my hips and squeezed him with my inner muscles on the upstroke, and within seconds, my orgasm slammed through me like a freight train. I cried out into the crook of his shoulder as I convulsed around him. When I stopped shaking, Marcus slammed me onto my back on the couch and gripped the back of my thighs as he thrust into me.

I held onto his shoulders and got back into the rhythm, meeting his every thrust until another, stronger wave of white-hot pleasure ripped through me. Marcus took me over the edge with him, and I bit down on his shoulder as he shuddered and came apart in my arms.

He slumped over me and I liked his weight pinning me to the couch. I felt limp and boneless, and I wondered how I’d muster the energy to dance tonight. My legs felt like noodles and totally incapable of holding me up.

“If I trip and fall on my face in my heels tonight, it’ll be your fault,” I said dreamily.

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