The Billionaire’s Past (His Submissive #10)(17)
Author: Ava Claire

He brought me back to my feet as his balls tightened, heart lurching to my throat. "Inside."

We barely made it back through the door. My fingers were flying down the row of buttons, not stopping until I saw his hardened chest. It was discarded, the boxers next as we dashed up the staircase. He spun me around and slammed me against the wall, inches from the bed. We were so close but he was already spreading me, fingers plunging inside like he was tired of waiting. I leaned back against the wall, neck fully exposed as I swirled my hips. The fingers were so deep that I was gasping for air, hands clawing at his chest as he filled me before retreating. Eyes watching. Love burning in the blue.

He drove his digits in me, voice deep as sin, speaking the fact of my state of cl**ax. “You’re close.”

I couldn’t speak so I shook my head and moaned.

He pulled me from the wall and threw me onto the bed, chest heaving. Every beautiful, hardened vein popped beneath the skin of him.

When I brought my knees up his eyes devoured the heat between my legs before he rushed into the divide, spreading me as he gripped my h*ps and thrust inside of my sex.

The feel of him moving, pounding me into the mattress coursed as wildly as the blood in my veins. Every inch brought a new sensation.

As soon as my eyes fluttered closed, I snapped them back open and he smiled his approval. He wanted to look at me, peel back every layer until there was only me. And it wasn’t a one sided thing. As he rocked into me, he let me know him. See things no one else got to see. The raw emotion that rippled across his face. Wide open vulnerability. The truth that a man with everything guarded but couldn’t hide when we were so close our souls touched.

He plunged deeper, filling me to the hilt.

“If I ever lost you…” He slowly drew out and slammed back inside me, a moan ripping through his body. It was raw emotion. Anguish. Need.

I brought my hands up, gripping the globes of his ass. Digging my fingers in possessively. I didn’t want to ever lose him either. I was his…and he was mine. “You won’t. Ever.”

He switched positions, taking my legs from his h*ps and vaulting them to his chest. I was parallel, a foot on each side of his head.

He moved back inside me, my body reaching for him, clenching him as he filled every part of me. I looked up at him, every perfect line of his face connected to me.

His lush lips formed a single word. Together.

I hoped it meant what I thought because when I felt his release I let go, my body clamping, clenching, tingling and alive with love for him. So much love I swear my heart would explode.

We slumped onto the sheets, breathing still labored, speech impossible. But we didn’t need words. He brought me to his chest and I smiled as I listened to his racing heart, closing my eyes.

Section Ten

I flipped up the collar of my jacket, the night air crisp. Jacob’s arm rounded my shoulder, pulling me close before I even shivered, his body warmth radiating over me. Perfect. Not that we needed it. The night was already perfect. I was still recovering from the aftershocks of what we’d done on the terrace. Up against the wall. In the bed. And then the leg thing in the shower.

And then there was this night. Stars blinking in the sky. People zipping past, love, life bustling around every corner. It was almost enough to make me forget that me and Jacob weren’t just spending a night out, enjoying some post coital tingles and winks over a cup of coffee.

“You’re the one that told me I should be open to her. That I should give her a chance to explain.”

“Yeah, but–”

“Five minutes. And the moment she says anything offensive, which will probably be less than five minutes in, it’s done.”

I’d let out a begrudging okay, wishing I could take back my attempts at rebuilding bridges. After the night we had, anything happening that could diminish the high I was on made me want to kick and scream.

We stopped at the crosswalk in front of the coffee shop. We were that much closer to the end of this buzz.

I perked up on my toes and pressed my lips against his cheek. Lingering. Inhaling the warm, dry smell of him.

He peered down at me with a smile. “What was that for?”

Just because would have been romantic. The truth was decidedly less so. “For courage.”

His smile faltered, but the hand wrapped around mine tightened reassuringly. “It’ll be okay.”

The signal beeped for us to cross and I exhaled as the world around me changed. The sounds that I’d loved before were suddenly too loud and grating. Instead of ignoring the people that seemed too close before, I glared at the backs of those who hustled past, invading my personal space. When we stepped inside the coffee shop, the usually welcome aroma of coffee beans was overwhelming.

We scanned the room, seeing no one that looked out of place. Just the usual coffee shop patrons. Businessman on a blackberry. Young people in beanies, gripping lattes.

“Why don’t you go and find us somewhere to sit?” Jacob asked, watching me carefully.

I nodded and scoped out the unoccupied spaces. There was a small two seater near the back. Near the bathroom if I needed to put a wall between us. But that meant close proximity to Alicia.

There was an L shaped couch with a rectangular table near the middle, people sitting at the single tables around it. More space and the fact people were a few feet away would help Alicia keep things in perspective…and give us witnesses if she tried anything.

I slumped down into the seat, bringing my nails to my mouth as I stared at the door. Like he knew exactly what I was doing, Jacob stepped into my line of sight, giving me a steely look.

I rolled my eyes and cut my attention back to the front, looking at some painfully abstract painting before going back to biting my nails.

Jacob came over, ball cap barely shielding his intense blue eyes. Not that anyone here was of the squealing, picture snapping variety. His disguise was still hot. He wore a heather gray tee and deep blue jeans that fit him perfectly. The women perked as he walked by, eyes on his ass.

He held out my coffee. “I got you an extra shot.”

“Thank god,” I murmured, cradling the cup between my hands. I gave him a sidelong look. “And thank you.”

“No problem.” He lowered himself to the cushion beside me, already sipping his drink. He was trying to seem ambivalent but I knew he was more nervous than he let on. His foot tapped out a staccato beat and he just couldn’t keep still.

“It’s gonna be alright,” I said, even though I was already running through all the ways this meeting could go wrong. None of them had to do with the inevitable jabs she’d make about me. They were all about her little remarks about Jacob. About his father. I couldn’t deal with that. Not after I learned about his past. Which meant I might have to give up my pacifist ways and take Alicia out.