The Billionaire From Chicago: A BWWM Billionaire Romance (United States Of Billionaires Book 6)

by Simply BWWM

  She planted both of her hands on his chest and shoved him away from her in absolute aggravation, her breath coming fast and her eyes ablaze with outrage. “Reggie Brown, how dare you kiss me! How dare you think you can do anything like that to me at all! Ever! We’re friends! We’re best friends! You can’t just do something like that to me!”

  He gasped, his eyes glazed with the heat of his first kiss with her, as he wavered unsteadily from the unexpected push she gave him. He panted and stood there, looking unsure what to do for a long moment.

  She shook her head. “How could you do that to me? How could you do that to us? Reggie, damn it, I don’t want you like that! I’ve never wanted you like that!” Her words were like a slap in the face for him and they seemed to wake him from his stunned trance.

  “You just haven’t given us a chance!” he insisted. “I’m so much better for you than he is! You and me, we’re best friends! We’re perfect for each other! How can you not see that? How can you be so blind?” he pleaded with her, reaching his hand out to her, his desperate eyes locked on her.

  She shook her head and backed away from him a few steps. “No, Reggie, we are not perfect for each other because I don’t want you like that! I have never wanted you like that and now you’re ruining our friendship! You’re betraying me, and you’re betraying us! How could you be so selfish? How could you do that to me and to us?!” She shook her head angrily at him as tears stung her eyes. She felt as though she had just lost her best friend.

  Reggie took a couple of steps toward her, reaching for her, and she backed away from him. “Cat, I love you!” he declared boldly. “Can’t you see that? Can’t you understand how we should be together? I’ve always been there for you and I always will be! It’s you and me!

  “It should be you and me! That useless professor of yours doesn’t love you, and he isn’t going to be there for you like I will be! He’s just using you for sex! You don’t mean anything to him, and you mean everything in the world to me! Why can’t you see that!” he demanded.

  She shook her head, her eyes of fire locked on him. “You know nothing at all about him, and you don’t know half as much about me as you like to think that you do, or you never would have said or done any of this! I can’t believe you betrayed us like this!” she cried out as the realization of the betrayal of her best friend set in and she felt her heart beginning to break.

  He pursed his lips and gave his head a shake. “You’re choosing him over me. I can’t believe that,” he told her as he backed away a few steps at a time. “You’re choosing that creep over me.”

  He turned around then and took off at a jog over the campus grounds, leaving her standing beside their bench under the great oak tree, as unbidden tears spilled over her eyelashes and streamed down her cheeks. She knew he was not gone completely from her, but their bond had suffered a hard blow, and it was tearing her up.

  Chapter6

  Catalina spent the rest of that day working on photographs from the trip; doing minor editing work and getting a good look at everything she had shot. It was good work and she was proud of what she had done.

  She did her best to remain focused on her work and to not let her mind go to either Reggie or Connor, as each of them was a considerable distraction for her for so many reasons. She didn’t hear from either of them, and while that made her wish that at least one of them would reach out to her, it was also a bit of a relief because it gave her the time and peace she needed to get her work done.

  After a few long hours of editing, she was finished, and she pulled the thumb drive from her computer and slipped it into her purse. She turned to leave her room and stole a quick glance in the mirror. Her hair was curled around her face, her makeup looked good and there was no sign of the torrent of tears that she had cried over her fight with Reggie.

  Her blue gray eyes slid over the reflection of her lines and curves. She was wearing a burgundy colored sweater dress that buttoned up the front and hugged her body closely. It was flattering on her and showed off her shape while keeping her skin covered.

  Catalina left her house and headed to the campus. She was going to see Connor to give him the final edit of the photographs that she had taken, and she was doubly nervous and excited to see him. Her heart picked up pace when she reached the campus parking lot. She hadn’t seen or communicated with him at all since they had returned from their trip, and everything in her was yearning for him.

  Everything in her felt like it was pulling her with an increasing force toward him, and anxious though she was to see him, she was also nervous about what it would be like with him as they tried to reconnect in a platonic way.

  She wondered if he would like the photographs she had taken, and whether or not they would do well in the media that was to be printed about the event in several publications that were waiting for her photographs.

  She reached his office and knocked delicately on the frosted glass in the old oak frame on the door. She heard him call out for her to come in and her heart began to pound as she reached for the doorknob and turned it. She pushed the door open and stepped inside and as he looked up at her, the lines on his face formed from deep concentration, the tired somber look in his jade green eyes, and the line of his mouth all transformed at once.

  His eyes lit up when he saw her, a smile grew wide over his face, and it looked as if just the sight of her had refreshed him completely. He gasped and laughed a little, standing up from his chair behind his desk and dropping his pen on the desktop. He reached her in just a few strides, closing the door behind her as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a warm embrace.

  Catalina’s whole heart and body were flooded with joy and happiness at seeing him, and she grinned blissfully as she felt the familiar heat and strength of his body against hers. She nuzzled his neck with her nose and lips, kissing him there softly in a greeting as she slid her arms around his chest and held him close to her.

  “God, it’s so good to see you,” he whispered in her ear as he held her close. The sight of her had lifted him completely out of the slump he had felt that he was in since he returned to the school. He’d done his best to focus on his classes, his students, his backlog of work that was waiting for him upon his return, and all of it seemed to suffocate him as he tried to keep her off his mind, and failed miserably at it.

  He breathed in the scent of her hair and skin and for a moment, for one long sweet moment, he lost himself in her, wishing that he could kiss her and taste her, wishing even more than that, he wished he could feel her body up against his, but the rules of engagement between them had changed, and he had to remind himself that he was her professor and she was his student. There could be nothing between them but scholastic interactions of academia. He took a deep breath and sighed, partly in relief at having had a chance to hold her in his arms, and partly because he didn’t want to let her go at all.

  She didn’t pull away from him first, she let him hold her until he sighed and stepped back from her, looking down into her eyes with a smile.

  “What brings you here today?” he asked, looking downward for a moment and then smiling back up at her. “Not that I’m not thrilled to see you…”

  She laughed a little and opened her purse to pull out the flash drive she’d brought for him. She held it up in her hand and tipped it toward him. “Work. I’d love to say that I came to see you because I miss you like crazy, and I do miss you, but I’m here because of work,” she told him with a smile.

  He nodded and reached up, his fingers sliding over hers as he took the flash drive from her. He let his hand move slowly, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers, even in such a slight way.

  She drew her breath in a little at his tender touch and then dropped her hand away from his, and looked away from him. He knew that they had to relegate themselves to the change in their bond; the change of letting go of the powerful intimacy they had shared. He took a deep breath and as he was turning away from her, he let his eyes drift ove
r her body, taking in the delicately covered curves and lines, and every part of her that his eyes touched made him long for her with a burning ache that he was forced to deny.

  Connor took a deep breath and walked over to the laptop that he had been working on earlier that day. It was sitting on the coffee table in front of the wide old leather sofa at the other side of his office. Sitting before it, he slid the flash drive into the portal on the laptop and he tried not to notice as Catalina walked slowly toward him. He tried not to see the way her legs moved beneath the soft material of her sweater dress with each step she took on her way to the sofa. His groin tightened and his blood warmed as it began to course through him faster.

  She sat beside him and a slight wave of air passed by him, carrying the scent of her perfume on it, right into his nose, and the scent rendered him breathless for a moment as he tried to maintain his focus on the images that were loading on his monitor.

  Catalina knew that she should not have sat so close to him, but she could not resist the draw that she felt for him; the magnetic pull, as though he was the air that she needed to breathe and perhaps the touch of his skin against hers might be the only thing that was really keeping her alive. She longed for him with every fiber of her being, and though she knew they could not be together, it was some form of comfort and pleasure to her to be able to sit so close to him.

  She was close enough that the heat from his body warmed the side of hers, and the smell of the soap on his skin reminded her of the taste of his skin when she had kissed it so many times in their living dream.

  She struggled to make herself focus on the work before them, rather than on the muscles in his arms that she could see because he had rolled his shirt sleeves up, or his strong and gentle hands that moved over the keyboard of the laptop; hands that had touched every part of her and made her come completely undone before they had rebuilt her back together again.

  He moved through her images swiftly, each one flashing before him for barely more than an instant as he discarded some of them and pulled some of them out of her file, transferring them to a file of images they would keep. She was amazed at how quickly he worked, and she hoped that someday she too would be able to sift through so many images so quickly.

  Inside of half an hour, he had gone through everything she had shot, and he had enough images pulled that the story of the whole weekend, her best of the best shots, was complete and they were done. The whole project was done, short of sending the chosen images in to the publications that would be using them.

  Reaching his hand over to the flash drive slowly, he pulled it from the computer and set it on the table for her. He didn’t want it to be done. He didn’t want any of it to be done. He knew that there was no other reason for her to stay in his office, but he was racking his brain trying to come up with any excuse he could to keep her there for as long as he was able.

  He finally turned to face her and saw that she had been watching him. Their eyes connected and he felt his heart rage against his body, feeling as if it was trying to escape, it pounded so hard.

  Connor almost looked away from her, but he had no real willpower to do it. He simply let his eyes connect with hers and remain there.

  “I miss you so much,” she whispered, raising her hand and touching his cheek. She let the tips of her nails slide through the short hairs of his beard, and with hesitation for only a brief moment, she leaned closer to him.

  “I know we said we were going to go back to being college professor and student… but no one is here… Connor, no one would see us if we shared just one… kiss…” she whispered, her mouth nearly touching his.

  A small smile slowly curved upward on his face. “No, I suppose one kiss wouldn’t hurt anything.” He closed the space between them and pressed his lips to hers. The warmth from them flooded through him, setting fire to everything in him swiftly, and he lifted one hand to her cheek, holding it there as he moved his mouth over hers, wanting more, though they had agreed to a single kiss.

  She slowly reached her arms up, sliding her hands over the solid wall of his chest, slipping them up behind his neck as she parted her lips and he tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to hers. Each of them knew they were taking the kiss just a little further than they had intended to, and both of them thought that the other one would be the one to pull away first, but both of them wanted more, and neither one of them pulled away.

  Catalina felt everything in her melt as her body heated with need for him, and as his kiss deepened and she felt his other hand on her back, pulling her to him a little closer, she gave in to her need to feel him. She leaned forward and pressed herself up against him. The touch of her chest against his unraveled his resolve and he held her tighter, losing his breath as he felt himself stiffen with desire; the muscles in his thighs and stomach tensing as his body yearned for hers.

  His mouth left hers and began to travel down her neck, sucking and nibbling at her skin, all the while thinking that it would only be just a little more time with her, just a little more closeness, and then he would let her go, but he grew hard and the fires of need in him began to consume him.

  His hand slipped from her cheek as his fingers drifted down the side of her neck to the top of her dress, where he hesitated a moment. She felt him stop and everything in her yearned for him to keep going, so she placed her hand over his and drew it to her breast. He closed his fingers around the generous curve of it as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back, moaning softly.

  He gently squeezed her, massaging the breast in his hand before he could not hold back the smoldering ache for her that was searing through him. His fingers moved swiftly to the top button on the front of her dress and he pulled it apart, revealing a little more of the dark mahogany skin of her chest. He brought his mouth to it, running his tongue over it, kissing her, and moving lower as his fingers pulled the next button open.

  One by one, he separated each of them until her breasts were bared to him and he lifted them to his hungry mouth, sucking and biting at them, making her moan with need. She twisted her fingers in the hair at the back of his head as his hot tongue devoured each breast, and she held him tightly to them.

  Connor lifted his face from her chest and looked into her eyes with a ravenous gaze. “I can’t hold this back, Cat, I need you. I need to feel myself inside of you… please. Just once… just this once, and then we’ll go platonic. I swear it…” he vowed to her as his eyes sought an answer in hers.

  She felt relief wash through her as she smiled joyously at him and pulled his face to hers to kiss his mouth voraciously. “Yes, lover of mine, yes a thousand times. Yes!” she whispered against his mouth as she laid back on the sofa and he moved above her, positioning himself between her legs as he pulled their clothes off and lost himself in the feel of her soft hot skin moving against his.

  She felt her panties slide off as he took them from her, and she spread her thighs, wrapping her legs around him and using them to pull his hips to her. His rock solid erection was pulsing against the outside of her as he abandoned the last of their clothing to the floor.

  “I want to feel all of you on me…” he whispered as his hands canvassed every part of her body that he could reach. She felt desire building in her belly and she began to push her hips upward against his groin, moving slowly and firmly as she closed her arms around his shoulders and twisted her tongue around his in a heated kiss.

  As much as he wanted to take his time with her, he could not hold himself back from the aching need that was burning through him and he held her tightly as he pushed the tip of himself into her and then thrust the length of his erection all the way into her. As he filled her she gasped and her back arched, pressing her breasts hard against him and he groaned in pleasure as he began to slide himself in and out of her.

  Her breath came in short shallow pants as they pushed hard against each other, building the heat and friction between them until tiny beads of sweat formed along her skin and she felt as if she
never wanted their lovemaking to end. His hands closed firmly on her body everywhere that he touched her and if he could somehow have held all of her all at once, he wished that he could have done it.

  They held the summit of their fiery passion back as long as they could but it grew too hot between them and they clung to one another, gasping in pleasure as their orgasms rocketed through them, solidifying their bodies together as their every muscle tensed and they cried out in release. She felt his hot orgasm flood all through her and it made her come again, shuddering in his embrace. Slowly, the bliss in them ebbed and began to recede, and their breath returned and their eyes opened once more.

  He kissed her softly and tenderly, slowly moving his mouth over hers, sucking gently on her lips as he cherished every single moment with her.

  “There is nothing in the world like making love with you,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes and kissed her once more. He raised his hand and brushed a stray piece of hair from her forehead as his body began to relax. “This closeness with you is something that I crave all through the day, into the night, and in my dreams.