The Billionaire's Secret Love by Ivy Layne

Author:Ivy Layne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ginger Quill Press

CHAPTER NINE

TATE

The knock sounded on my door at 7:58. I'd worried that she might change her mind and bail on me. I'd been shocked as hell when she'd run out the night before. After our conversation, it made a bit more sense, but I was still out of my depth with Emily. I didn't know that much about anxiety or panic attacks, but if she was half as nervous as I was, we might be in trouble.

Crazy to say, with my history, but I’d never slept with a virgin before. I still couldn’t get my brain around the idea that smart, beautiful Emily Winslow was untouched. Un-fucked. How could a girl with a body like that—all soft curves, with that round ass and those full tits—hit her early twenties a virgin? Had no one bothered to break through her shyness? It seemed they hadn’t.

I had the fleeting thought that I should bow out and leave her to a nicer guy, one who hadn’t slept with so many faceless, nameless women. One who was as shy and sweet as Emily. That thought hadn’t lasted long. She didn’t need some mild-mannered guy to take her to bed. She needed me. I knew how to handle a body like hers. I’d make her come all night and fuck her until she couldn’t walk. I’d make her mine.

Was that what I wanted? For her to be mine? To belong to me? I couldn’t swear it, not yet, but I was pretty sure it was exactly what I wanted. It had taken all my willpower not to chase after her the night before when she’d run off. All my instincts had screamed that she was prey—all I had to do was catch her. I hadn’t known about her panic attacks. I was thanking God that my gut—and Jo—had warned me to give Emily space. Chasing her down the street would have pushed her over the edge.

Jo said she was shy, but shy and having an anxiety disorder were not the same thing. If I’d known about the panic attacks, I might have done things differently. I’d followed her home at a distance, far enough that she couldn’t spot me but close enough to see that she got back to her building safely.

Maybe I should've left her alone for the night, but I couldn't do it. I'd settled for texting her once I knew she was home, hoping at the very least to reestablish communication and keep her from shutting me out. I had not expected her proposition that we have sex. Don't get me wrong. I wanted sex with Emily. I could barely think about her without getting hard. But just going at it didn't feel right, not when our hooking up was the very thing that had almost sent her into a panic attack.

I could see her point, that taking it slow would just give her time to get nervous, and once she got it over with, it wouldn't be so intimidating. The way I saw it, my job was to show Emily how good she could feel when she was with me.

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