The Billionaire's Disgraced Virgin (Billionaire Knights Book 2) (12 page)

I
t was later
, when she was lying in his arms, that she finally voiced the question that had been trembling on her lips. “Why didn’t you simply sign the deal?”

“I couldn’t,” he told her earnestly. “It was obvious to me that from the two versions of the truth that were presented to me yours was the only one that actually rang true. Over the course of the weekend I’d been informed of Dixon’s reputation—you’re not the first woman he’s tricked into allowing him to take pictures far more revealing than she’d initially agreed to. So there really was no question. And as far as the numbers were concerned, a quick check by Murray Windsor and Holmes’s CFO clearly showed where Dixon had been messing with the figures. The only aspect of the matter tormenting me all this time was the terrible ordeal I’ve put you through.” He shook his head. “I should have known, Chloe. I should have understood that your reluctance was heartfelt and genuine and I should never have pushed you.”

She smiled up at him. “But then if you hadn’t we would never have come together,” she said softly. “And I would never have fallen in love with you.”

“Nor I with you,” he admitted.

As her fingers trailed along the soft body hair that arrowed down into the curly mass at the seat of his manhood, she saw that he was hard again, the tip of his sex glistening in the disappearing light from the sun. The storm had finally blown itself out and the sun had returned, just like love had obliterated the pall that had hung over her life for the past five years. She let her fingers spear into the soft tangle of hair, and the response was immediate, his veined girth hot and hard under her hand. She felt a corresponding flush of arousal trill through her own sex, and then she was mounting Mike, positioning herself over him before lowering herself gently on top of him, taking him inside her as deep as she could. His response was a croaked, “God, Chloe. You’re killing me.”

And then she was riding him, as his hands stroked along her hips over her ribcage to cup her breasts. Leaning into him, his fingers splayed across her nipples, squeezing tentatively until she gasped. Planting her own hands firmly on his chest she was quickly thrown into the now familiar tremors that started low inside her belly and spread out, blossoming into an explosion of pleasure that racked her entire body. And each time she rocked against the saddle of Mike’s loins, his spearing hardness delivered ever more eddying tremors of ecstatic bliss where their two bodies were connected, their flesh now one.

As she bent down, Mike covered her lips with his, their tongues tangling hotly even as his length burrowed up into her receptive flesh, his chest hair sensitizing her already sensitive nipples. And then he took one nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking, first tentative, then drawing on the tender flesh until she thought she couldn’t take the onslaught. His hand had taken her other nipple between thumb and finger and combined with their rocking thighs, his hard heat now penetrating to her deepest core, she gasped in exquisite torture, the pleasure beyond anything she’d ever experienced or ever thought she would.

“Oh, Mike,” she finally cried. “I love you—I love you so much!”

And before long the spasms reached a fever pitch and the muscles of her sex clamped around his, effectively clasping his thick girth in her wet, hot sheath, and then it was his turn to ground out, “God, I love you, Chloe.”

She gazed down at him, and found the love of her life looking back at her through half-lidded eyes, his face flushed, even as his loins bucked one final time into her grinding, eager hips, and when finally he, too, reached the peak of his desire, her contractions squeezed the last drop from his body into hers and she instinctively knew the moment it happened that soon this newfound love of theirs would be blessed with a new life—a life that love had now created.

• @nicsaintauthor
  
• nicsaintauthor