Engaging the Billionaire (Scandals of the Bad Boy Billionaires Book 8) by Ivy Layne

Author:Ivy Layne [Layne, Ivy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ginger Quill Press, LLC
Published: 2017-11-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Annalise

It was official. I wouldn’t kick Riley out of bed for eating crackers. Especially when he fed them to me between sips of wine.

He’d tucked me in and gone in search of food, just like he had when we’d exhausted ourselves on my futon all those years ago, making love until we were half-starved and barely able to stay awake.

Curling into my pillow, I drifted in a light sleep, pleasantly sore between my legs and caught in a dream of me and Riley.

Together.

Happy.

It had to be a dream. After so many years I’d never dared hope it could be real.

Then he was back, coming through the door of my bedroom carrying a tray with food and a bottle of wine. I let him feed me, raising crackers layered with cheese to my lips, giving me sips of red wine.

Our stomachs full, he set the tray on the desk in the sitting room and came back, sliding beneath the sheets and pulling me into his arms. He made love to me with a patience I didn't remember.

He was slow. So slow and so careful. He touched me everywhere, as if committing to memory every inch of my skin.

Treasuring me.

Savoring me.

I wanted to return the favor, to stroke and touch and kiss, but he held me back whispering only, "Let me. Please, Lise. Let me."

I did as he asked, trembling and shaking beneath him as he set every nerve in my body on fire. When he finally filled me, made me complete, tears slid down my cheeks even as orgasm swamped my senses.

We slept tangled in each other's arms, my head on his chest, the thud of his heart beneath my ear reassuring me that he was real.

He was real, and he was mine.

I woke slowly, long after sunrise, to the faint sounds of voices. Mrs. W was serving breakfast. I thought about waking Riley. Getting dressed. Going down the hall to the dining room.

We could do that. Or, we could do something else. He'd had his way with me the night before. Now, it was my turn. I slid down his body, leaving butterfly kisses in my wake until I reached my goal. My lips slid over the head of his cock, and I sucked gently, tasting him, loving the way he filled my mouth as he hardened for me.

I'd only ever done this with Riley. There'd been other men in my life. Eleven years was a long time, and there'd been one before him, too. But no one like Riley. No one who had my heart.

His fingers threaded through my hair, and I knew he was awake. I’d always loved the way he held my hair when I sucked his cock. Never using it to control me, to push me. No, he'd sink his fingers into my long hair, wrap it around his fist, and just hold on. Though, sometimes, he used it to pull me off.

Without a word, he urged my mouth up, releasing my hair and hooking his hands under my arms to haul me up the bed, flipping me over and settling between my spread legs.

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