Sleeping With The Billionaire - A Standalone Royal Alpha Billionaire Prince Romance (New York City Billionaires - Book #2)
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“Because you like crazy?”
“Because I love brilliance, and creativity, and kindness, and strength. I loved you when I was too young and stupid and shy to know what to do with it. I won’t waste my second chance.” I slipped off his lap and stood at the base of the staircase, and held out my hand to him. We walked up the stairs that way and I felt a shyness that hadn’t ever existed between us before. We’d gone from friends to lovers, and because of me, near strangers. I wasn’t sure what this new feeling was, but it gave me butterflies and made my heart pound as Tucker held the door to his room open for me to enter ahead of him.
The door was barely shut when his hands went to my t-shirt and he yanked it off over my head. He stooped to kiss me, and my lips opened for him in a sigh of relief and need. I slowed him down by taking my time to undress him, savoring every button undone, every inch of hair that curled over my fingers as I ran them over his chest.
He followed my lead and slid one bra strap own over my arm, releasing my breasts one at a time as he pulled the bra down over my chest, pinning my arms to my sides until he undid the clasp and I let it fall to the floor, arching an eyebrow at him. He kissed me then, soft and sweetly, on my forehead, my cheeks, the tip of my nose. He moved on to brush his lips over mine and nipped along my jaw, then down my neck to my shoulder, until I was trembling and my knees buckled.
I stepped back, and he followed, picked me up and held me with my arms clinging to his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as he dipped his head to my breasts, nipping and sucking my nipples one at a time, until I begged to have him inside me.
He laid me back on the bed and pulled my jeans down over my thighs and down to my ankles, whisking them off like a magician. He made me watch, refusing to let me touch him as he took off his jeans, his eyes on my face as I watched hungrily. My hands kneaded the blankets under me as I inched closer to the edge of the bed, closer to the long, hard length of his muscular body.
He knelt over me and slid me farther up the bed so my head was on the pillows, and ran his hands over my breasts to my stomach, then down to my hips. My thighs parted like water under his hands and he leaned over, sheathing himself in me as he pressed his chest against mine, his lips finding my mouth open and ready to taste him.
We moved slowly together, our bodies intertwined as he held me in his arms and turned us so he held me over him, and gave me control. I closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him, the softness of his skin and the roughness of his fingertips. At first, pleasure slid over me like a blanket, warming my body where he rubbed against me and spreading it like embers of a fire to my extremities. He lifted his hips, and the embers became flame, the heat that warmed me threatened to engulf my body before I found release.
I bit my lip to keep my moans from turning to screams of ecstasy as he thrust deep into me and held me on him, his breathing ragged. His heart pounded under my palm, and he pressed the length of my body against his chest as his orgasm pushed me over the edge and I came with him. He swallowed my screams as we kissed, and I stopped pushing up against his arms and collapsed, trembling, letting him hold my full weight as he cradled me.
“Ban lifted, huh?” I asked, my lips still half-numb from how hard I’d bitten them to stay quiet.
“Practicing my husbandly duties,” he groaned, his voice full of gravel and sated with pleasure.
“Tucker James Hargrave, you are everything,” I sighed, pressing harder against him as though I could push myself inside him and stay as safe and warm and undone as he’d made me, for the rest of time. He was my best friend, my only love, and one day, the father of my children, if Olivia would have him too. The sky grew dark, lengthening the shadows around us, but we hid away for a little while longer, as music and laughter floated up to us from the garden below. “You are my everything,” I repeated as I felt the strong steady beat of his heart. “I love you.” He kissed me gently, and I held onto the moment for an eternity. I held him inside me, and breathed him in. He wasn’t the only man I’d loved, or the first. But he was the last man that I would ever look at with love and lust and need and want and joy, all at the same time. He was everything I had always been afraid I could never have, and now that I wasn’t afraid anymore, he was mine.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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