My Last Love Affair: A Bancroft Billionaire Brothers Novel

by Parker, Ali

  “Oh God,” I moaned again, loving the pain mingled with pleasure.

  “I like this. I want more of these. I want to wrap you up in ribbon and peel away one layer at a time,” he whispered.

  I nodded, willing to let him do anything he pleased with my body. I was his to fuck in every way he wanted. I trusted him to bring more pleasure than I had ever known before.

  His dick probed my opening before slowly sliding inside. I gasped, feeling the familiar stretching. His cock felt bigger than it had a moment before, my body adjusting slowly to his girth.

  “Move back, take me deeper,” he ordered.

  I did as he said, slowly pushing against him, feeling the head of his cock tickling my womb. I wanted to cry at how good it felt to have him inside me. I rotated my hips, scraping across raw nerves and sending shivers of desire coursing through my body.

  His hands went to my hips, holding me still as he pulled out before slamming back inside my body with such force that the chair slid.

  “Don’t move!” he shouted.

  I whimpered in response, eager to do his bidding. He slammed into me again, the chair moving several more inches across the floor.

  He slapped my ass. “Don’t move!”

  I cried out as he thrust inside again, and my feet shuffled under me. Another slap, another scolding for moving. I was turning into a pile of goo. My body was creaming all over his dick as the orgasm began to build. It was another violent thrust followed by another slap before I heard myself screaming out in pleasure, demanding he do it again. The chair hit the wall, stopping the slaps and giving me something solid to push against to take those deep thrusts of his cock fully inside my body.

  I was coming so hard I couldn’t stand up. It had been the longest orgasm of my life, reaching higher and higher as he pushed my body to new limits. He flipped the chair around, scooted to the edge, and looked up at me.

  “Sit,” he ordered.

  I straddled his lap, lowering my soaked pussy over him as I took him back inside me. I heard the slurping sound as he slid deep inside.

  “Ride me,” he demanded.

  I used my tippy-toes to gain traction, bouncing up and down on his dick, while my head dropped back, my hair brushing over my ass as I rode him hard and fast. I could feel another orgasm and was in disbelief I was about to come again. I couldn’t possibly. I had to be running dry, I thought to myself, as I felt more juices sliding between our joined bodies.

  “Fuck me, damn it. Fuck me!” he cried out.

  I gripped his shoulder, my fingernails digging in as I rode him hard and fast. His roar nearly exploded my eardrums as his body jerked up as he came inside me with hot spurts of liquid. I cried out repeatedly as my body milked his.

  He fell back in the chair, my body glued to his as I went with him. I buried my face in his neck, sobbing with ecstasy. My body had never felt so completely sated as my breathing began to slow, his steady heartbeat against my chest.

  He sat forward and with my body still clinging to his, he carried me to the bed, carefully pulling back the comforter before gently placing me on the cold sheets.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, using one gentle hand to brush the hair back from my sweaty brow.

  I nodded. “Better than okay.”

  He slid into bed beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and pulling me against him. “You’re an amazing woman.” He breathed.

  I smiled against his chest. “Thank you.”

  His hand brushed my hair back again. “I want to do that again and again.”

  I laughed. “I didn’t even know I could do it the first time, let alone again and again.”

  His soft, deep laughter warmed my very soul. “Baby, you were an animal. My dick is drenched with your juices.”

  I was a little embarrassed by the words, but knew it was a compliment. “All for you. Every last drop was for you. Only you can do that to me.”

  “Good,” he grumbled.

  I closed my eyes, feeling the little tingling sensations spiraling through my body with aftershocks. He had given my body one orgasm after another with no breaks in between. I had a feeling I would be walking funny tomorrow.

  “Hey,” I whispered.

  “Hmm,” he said, his voice sleepy.

  “I need to take this off,” I said, pulling my head away from his chest.

  I sat up, trying to remember how the thing had gone on. The ribbons were hanging off me after the last round of sex. He sat up, looked at it and smiled before reaching up and yanking the ribbons from my body.

  “I guess that way works,” I said, then laughed.

  “It works just fine. I don’t know where you got this, but I want to go to this place. I have a feeling they have some other treats I might like.”

  I leaned over and kissed him. “You never know what else I might have picked up. I guess you’re going to have to take my clothes off and find out.”

  His nostrils flared. “Don’t tempt me. I have a hard enough time keeping my hands off you when we’re together. Don’t tease me with the promise of one of these things hidden under your dress.”

  We lay back down, me settling against his chest once again.

  “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” I whispered, my eyes already feeling heavy again.

  He sighed and slowly rubbed my back, lulling me into sleep. I had a brief, fleeting thought of resting my eyes before I left. I couldn’t stay the night with him. But, I was so tired. I just needed to sleep for a few minutes, then I would go home.

  Chapter 23

  Grayson

  Waking up with a woman wasn’t anything new to me. It had happened before, not often, but there had been plenty of drunken nights where the woman I took home ended up passing out after a few rounds with me.

  However, waking up with Hannah sleeping next to me was different. Her face was pressed close against my neck, her hand on my chest with the ring I had given her catching the sunlight streaming in through the window. I took a moment to process all the strange feelings coming at me. It was then I realized they were feelings of warmth and I would guess contentment. It was strange, and I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so I did what I do best. I got up and left the bed, looking down at the exposed side boob and smiling. I loved her tits.

  I pulled on a pair of clean underwear and headed for the kitchen. I wanted to make her breakfast. Now that was new. I had never made a woman breakfast in the past. Usually, if the accidental sleepover occurred, it was all about getting the woman out of my bed as quickly as possible and on her way.

  I opened the refrigerator, checking out the contents, and pulled out some fresh veggies and the carton of eggs. I was glad Hannah had slept over. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were some photographers hanging around outside, waiting to catch the morning-after picture. If she sneaked out in the middle of the night, it would look strange. They’d wonder why my fiancée was going home instead of staying over.

  “I should go,” I heard Hannah’s voice behind me.

  I spun around, looking at her in my shirt from last night and smiled. Hot damn was that not every man’s fantasy come to life!

  “No, stay. I’m going to make breakfast,” I insisted.

  She looked a little uncomfortable. “I don’t know.”

  “Sit. I’ll get you some coffee,” I said, moving to the carafe I had heating, and quickly poured her a cup.

  She sat down on the barstool on the other side of the island. Her hair was mussed up, adding to that sexy fresh-out-of-bed look that was hotter than any calendar spread I’d ever seen.

  “You’re making breakfast?” she said, watching me chop onions and peppers on the cutting board.

  “I am.”

  “I’m impressed. I’ve always liked guys who can cook. I figure someone in a relationship should be able to do it. Lord knows I’m not a very good cook,” she said with a smile.

  I grinned. “Are you saying you like me?”

  She chuckled softly. “I’m n
ot saying anything.”

  I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. I wasn’t sure why I cared. I shouldn’t. She could like me or hate me, it didn’t matter. We were together for a reason, not because we loved each other. I had to keep that in mind. This little thing we had going was about me getting my inheritance. It wasn’t about her liking me or wanting to be with me.

  “Do you like onions?” I asked, trying to steer my mind back to safer topics.

  She shrugged. “I do, usually not on a date, though. No one wants onion breath.”

  I laughed. “I guess since it’s the morning after, we don’t have to worry about that.”

  She smiled. “I don’t know, the way you are handling that whisk right now is making me kind of hot.”

  She got me. My cock jerked in response. “You better be careful or I’m going to be having you for breakfast,” I warned.

  “I’m not wearing any panties. It would be easy enough.”

  She was going to kill me. I nearly dropped the whisk in the bowl. “Be careful what you wish for. This counter would put you at the right height.”

  She giggled. “No way. That is definitely not going to happen.”

  I had a feeling she was going to be proven wrong very soon. Maybe not right in that moment, but now that the idea was in my head, it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I had been fulfilling one fantasy after another with her. My imagination was very active, I knew there would be plenty more where that one came from.

  I focused on the omelets I was making, not wanting to burn them. She said she liked a man who could cook, I wanted to prove to her that I could. I knew it was stupid to try and impress her. I didn’t have to do that for her. I already had her on the hook. She was going to marry me, and it had nothing to do with my cooking skills. Still, there was some primal need to impress her, like a peacock strutting with its feathers out.

  I expertly flipped the eggs onto a plate, popped a couple pieces of toast in the toaster and served her breakfast.

  “Impressive,” she said with a sexy smile.

  “Impressive enough to make you reconsider about taking a little siesta on this counter while I have my breakfast?” I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

  She burst into laughter. “No way, not after you just put this in front of me. I’m hungry. I need sustenance after what you did to my body last night.”

  “I can do it again, if you like. Eat, refuel, and I will feed you dinner, because that’s when I’ll be done with you.”

  I saw the desire ignite in her eyes and for a brief second, I thought she was going to take me up on the offer.

  “I’m starving. Another time,” she said with a wink, before digging into her breakfast.

  I was hungry too. She wasn’t the only one who had expended a lot of calories. In fact, I was pretty sure I was the one who did the majority of the work. I kept that to myself as we shoveled food into our mouths.

  “I know we were kind of joking about the wedding stuff last night, but it actually is a serious matter. Can I call some hotels today?” I asked her.

  “I can’t stop you,” she retorted.

  I leaned over and nudged her with my shoulder. “You know what I mean.”

  “Fine, but don’t you dare steal another couple’s time slot. Bump some stupid conference or something like that—not another wedding.”

  I smiled. “Your wish is my command.”

  “I think you said that last night,” she said softly.

  I laughed. “And I think I fulfilled many of your wishes.”

  She blushed a little as she ate her breakfast. “Maybe. I don’t know if you quite got them all.”

  “You can always write down your wishes. I’d be happy to work my way down your list—and you.”

  “You’re so bad.”

  “And so good at it,” I replied without missing a beat.

  We were just finishing our breakfast when her phone rang. She jumped off the stool and fished it out of her purse, checking the screen and walking away. “I’ve got to take this,” she mumbled.

  I found it a little odd she would have a business call on a Sunday morning and was immediately suspicious. I strained to hear the conversation, but she had gone in the bathroom and closed the door. Clearly, she didn’t want me to overhear anything that was being said. When she came back into the room, she had a guilty look on her face. She was acting different, colder as she returned to the counter and then carried her plate to the sink.

  “Would you like to check out some of the hotels this afternoon?” I asked her.

  She shook her head. “Sorry, I’ve got a lunch date with a friend. Maybe next weekend?”

  I knew that was bullshit. She had told me she had no friends beyond Amber. If she were meeting Amber for lunch, she would have used Amber’s name. I had a feeling something was up. I was pissed she was lying to me—right to my damn face. I didn’t think she was cheating on me, if that was even possible considering we weren’t truly engaged. She had said she was single, maybe she lied.

  “Oh, is that who called?” I asked nonchalantly.

  “Yes, confirming we were still on. I can be forgetful at times. I’ll help you clean up, then I better get going,” she said, not looking me in the eye.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean up,” I told her.

  She smiled before giving me a quick kiss on the cheek, still avoiding direct eye contact. “Thank you for breakfast. It was amazing. Just like you.”

  That’s when I knew she was up to something no good. She was trying to placate me, and I didn’t like it. I watched her walk into my room, her ass cheeks peeking out from the hemline of my shirt. I tossed a few things around in the kitchen, frustrated but not able to come right out and tell her why. She returned a few minutes later wearing the same blue dress she had on last night, her hair finger-combed.

  “Nice dress,” I commented.

  She rolled her eyes. “I hope there aren’t too many people out there ready to photograph my walk of shame.”

  I chuckled, not really feeling it at all. “You’re my fiancée. I don’t think it’s shameful to walk out in the morning wearing the dress you had on last night.”

  She nodded. “A man will never understand what it’s like to do the walk of shame in a dress. It is next level embarrassing. Not to mention, it’s wrinkled, and I have no makeup on.”

  “You could bring a few clothes over for the next time,” I suggested.

  She stiffened. “I don’t know. That feels very real.”

  I walked toward her, grabbed her hand, and put it on my bare chest, invading her personal space with my body. “This is very real. I’m very real and what we did last night was definitely real. We’re going to be married.”

  She pulled her hand back, looking down at her feet. “You know what I mean.”

  “I do,” I mumbled, knowing exactly what she meant. After what we shared last night, I knew there was no way she was having an easy time at keeping things black and white. We had both ventured into a gray area that was very dangerous. We had insisted on keeping it strictly business, but I was losing that battle.

  “My car is probably waiting. I should get going. I’ll talk to you later,” she said and walked out without giving me a kiss or even a backward glance.

  I waited a few minutes until I knew she was gone before I grabbed my phone and called my assistant. I wanted to know who she was meeting. I had a feeling it would be my dear brother Jack. My assistant would be able to talk to his assistant and find out if there was anything on the books. Jack didn’t do anything without having his assistant put it on his calendar.

  I hoped I was wrong. I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to be jumping to conclusions and acting paranoid. I quickly called my assistant and told her to find out where my brother was having lunch today. I left the kitchen as it was and headed for the shower. I wanted to be ready to go in case I had to spy on my fiancée.

  I had learned a long time ago to trust my gut. It was a curse and a blessing to be so intuit
ive. I had come to the realization that few people were honest and loyal. I had hoped like hell Hannah would be one of those people, but something was telling me that wasn’t the case at all.

  Chapter 24

  Hannah

  I walked into the restaurant, wearing my guilt like a cloak. Jack waved when he saw me, and I tightened the cloak a little more. I walked toward him, hating myself for meeting with the guy and hating myself even more for not telling Grayson. I had intended to. I truly did, but things had been going so well, I didn’t want to sour the evening.

  Everything had felt so right. I had such a good time laughing and joking with him. He was fun to be around when he wasn’t acting like my boss at work. I didn’t mind him acting like my boss in the bedroom. That was an insane turn-on, one I still couldn’t believe made me so damn hot.

  “Thank you for meeting me,” Jack said with a friendly smile, greeting me with a kiss on the cheek.

  I smiled in return. “Sure.”

  I took my seat and drank from the water glass, needing something for my suddenly very dry mouth. I was convinced all the moisture from my mouth was now resting in the palm of my hands. Jack had promised I would want to hear what he had to say. Truthfully, I wanted to know. I wanted to know more about Grayson and why he had bribed me into being his fake fiancée instead of finding a woman who would be more than happy to be the next Mrs. Grayson Bancroft.

  “I know you didn’t want to meet me, and I think I understand why. You’re not betraying him,” he said in a soft voice.

  “What? I know. I never thought that,” I protested.

  “Liar. I may not know you all that well now, but I know back in the day you were one of those people who would go to bat for your friend or anyone you thought needed you on their side. You’re on Grayson’s side. That’s good. I’m glad he’s found someone like you.”

  I shrugged a shoulder. “I am on his side.”