Romance: Two Nights with the Billionaire by Elizabeth Ward Read Free Book Online

mine again.
    My arms wrap around him as his wrap around me.
    I’m squeezing him with my whole body, my inner muscles clenching around his rigid erection as though telling me and him that this is where he belongs, in my arms, my bed, and deep and hard inside my pussy.
    I’m riding him hard and fast.
    I can’t stop.
    So good.
    “Babe...” he croaks. “Not gonna last... Need to slow down... Babe...”
    “No, please,” I beg.
    “Please.”
    I cry out.
    “So fucking hot,” he grits out between his teeth, and his fingers dig roughly into my hips. “Let it go, sweetheart. I’ll stay good and hard for you.”
    “Fuck yes!” The words rip from my throat in a scream and all at once my body shatters into a million wonderful pieces.
    “Jennifer!”
    He lets out a roar that I swear rocks the room and then stiffens, his cock swelling and flexing as he empties himself inside me…
    It takes us a long time to get our breaths back afterward.
    The whole time, he can’t seem to stop touching me, kissing me, telling me how incredible I am.
    Cradled in his strong arms, I fall into a wonderful slumber.

 
    Chapter 13
     

 
     
     
     
    The next morning, I’m straddling his hips and being very naughty while he feeds me strawberries.
    How could I even consider leaving this man?
    The near breakup that exploded last night seems like a blur to me now.
    It’s clear that this was just what we needed. A little holiday to reconnect…
    And boy did we connect.
    It makes me blush when I think about how wanton and downright randy I was last night. It was like all my inhibitions disappeared, leaving only a horny bad girl up for anything and everything.
    “We should do something,” I say after chewing and swallowing another morsel of strawberry.
    “Again?” he asks, mocking fear. “After last night I’m not sure I have any bones left.”
    I flush. “Was it too much?”
    “Oh, sweetheart.” He laughs then cups my face and kisses me. “You never have to worry about being too demanding. I can guarantee I will never complain about having too much sex.”
    I smile and kiss him back. “I may hold you to that.”
    “I’ll give you something to hold,” he growls and I laugh again, slapping his shoulder.
    “I was talking about getting out of the house. Maybe we could go to the beach or something. It’s a lovely sunny day out there.”
    “Too many people at the beach,” he grumbles. “I want you all too myself. Why don’t we take the yacht out?”
    “Will you show me how to sail it?”
    “Anything you want,” he says and kisses me again.
    I haven’t seen him smile like this in such a long time.
    He’s like a different person, but still my Joshua.
     
     
     
    I’m just coming out of the shower, wrapped in a towel and drying my hair, when I hear Joshua speaking impatiently into the phone.
    “Calm down, tell me what happened,” he says into the phone, giving me an exaggerated eye roll when he sees me coming into the room. “Okay well, we knew we might face these kinds of setbacks when we started negotiations.”
    I feel my heart sink at the expression on his face.
    It’s his work face.
    I sit on the bed and watch his tall, lithe body, wrapped in a towel as he paces the room, snapping into the phone.
    He’s still possibly the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
    His whole body moves like a panther as he paces.
    No doubt the guy on the other end is imagining Joshua in one of his tailored suits, sitting behind a desk. Only I get to see him like this. His wet hair messy and flat on his head, the shadow over his chin, the remaining water droplets clinging to his wide back and chest hair.
    “Alright!” he stops and sits on the edge of the bed, frowning apologetically at me even as he keeps speaking into the phone. “I’ll come in and deal with it. I can be there in a couple of hours.”
    He slaps the phone onto the bedside table and then looks back at me. “I’m sorry.”
    “You have to go, I know.” I’m disappointed