For the Love of the Billionaire: The Complete Story of Barrett and Scarlet by Alison Ryan Read Free Book Online Page B

made love, the only sounds were Scarlet’s moans and her begging for more of him, whispering how close she was. He said nothing, only kissed her harder as the thrusts quickened, his pace matching her hips’ rising.
    “Come with me,” she begged. “I’m so close. Please. Come with me, Barrett.”
    And he gladly did. As soon as he felt her quiver underneath him, he emptied himself inside of her, growling from the pleasure of unloading his seed.
    They lay there panting and sweating for a few moments, clinging to one another, not wanting to move.
    “That was my favorite,” she finally said. “The one I will remember when I’m an old woman on my deathbed, thinking about the most perfect moments of my life.”
    He looked at her and thought he would combust at her words. Never had he felt this level of complete contentment.
    “I’ll be there with you. Holding your hand,” he said. “Or in heaven waiting for you to join me.”
    Tears touched the edges of her eyes and she kissed him deeply, not letting him go for a long time.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
    Scarlet’s heart pounded the entire way home from Green Valley Ranch to her parent’s house down the 215 in deep Henderson. She shouldn’t have let him in her car. But what could she do? Part of her had wanted to drive away and part of her had been so elated to see him again, to be near him. She’d forgotten how good he smelled, how soothing his presence could be.
    God, how she wished she hadn’t come to Las Vegas.
    She finally pulled into the driveway and when she turned the ignition off she stared at the front of the house for a few moments, contemplating what she’d gotten herself into. Why had she agreed to dinner? It would lead to nothing good except for the reoccurrence of painful memories. She’d have to hurt him all over again, something she couldn’t do. It had been almost impossible for her to do it the first time, but too much had been on the line not to. She brushed away the memory. She’d repressed so much, thinking about it all now would possibly cause her to have a breakdown.
    She just wouldn’t show up. She’d cancel. She’d cut him off again. It was really for his own good. And everyone else’s too.
     
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    “Hey, Daddy!” Scarlet opened the door to her parents’ Spanish style home. Sure enough, there was Scarlet’s father, Larry, sitting in his recliner, fresh from a nap.
    “Hey, buttercup. Your momma texted me that you were here,” he smiled. “Quite a surprise.”
    “I know. Sorry,” she said, nervous. She fully expected a lecture from her father about getting her shit together. Curiously enough, he didn’t seem upset to see her. At least for now.
    “Sorry to wake you,” she said, leaning down to wrap her arms around him. “I know you love your naps.”
    “Best part of retirement,” he nodded. “A nap makes everything better.”
    “This is true,” Scarlet smiled. Her father had worked as an air traffic controller for over twenty-five years, an incredibly stressful job. He deserved every single nap from here until the end. She missed hearing his snores from her bedroom. She’d be reading a novel and the soundtrack would be her dad snoozing away. Post-Thanksgiving meal was a day where he pretty much napped all afternoon. Football be damned. This was just one of the thousands of things she adored about him.
    “Momma says you’re joining us for dinner,” he said. “And that you ran into Barrett.”
    Scarlet stiffened at the sound of his name.
    “Uh huh,” she said, desperate to change the subject. “I’m excited to see Aunt Nancy.” Such a lie.
    “How long you staying with us?” he asked, pushing the foot rest down.
    “I don’t know. A week. Maybe more,” she said, walking to the kitchen. “Is that okay?”
    “Buttercup, you can stay here forever. But we should talk about things, you know?” her father said gently. “You know we just want you to be happy, right? I know you think I’m an ogre but I