How To Catch A Billionaire(35)
Author: Helen Cooper

“You’re really special to me, Harry Bradley,” I laughed. “I’m just glad you are giving me a chance. After everything.” I wanted to say that I was glad he had decided to give love a chance after Angelica, but I didn’t want him to talk about her again. I was just about fed up with hearing about her and the other women that Harry had been with. I knew it was because I was green with envy but I didn’t want to put myself through the gnawing pain that consumed me when he talked about other women.

“Oh, I am?” He pulled me towards him. “How special?”

“Special enough to do whatever you want tonight?”

“Whoa, I did something right.” His hand cupped my breast and he traced it with his fingers. “Tonight I just want to make love to you.” He stood up and made sure my door was closed and locked before pulling off his shirt and pants. He stood there in a pair of dark grey briefs and I allowed myself to just stare at his gorgeous body. He walked back to the bed and pulled me up and I lifted my arms up as he pulled my top off. And then he undid my bra slowly and just stared at my br**sts. I shivered under his stare and poked him in the chest.

“Uh hello?”

“Sorry. I was captivated by your body. You are so gorgeous. You do know that, right?”

“Yeah right.” I laughed slightly embarrassed and started playing with my hair.

“Are you nervous?”

“What?”

“You always play with your hair when you’re nervous.”

“Oh.” I let go of my hair and just stared at his chest. He must really love me if he had noticed one of my telltale signs already.

“I think your right breast is slightly bigger than your left breast.” He held them both gingerly in his hands as if he were weighing them.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes it is.” He bent his head and took one of my ni**les in mouth and sucked on it before letting go and sucking on the other one. Then he stood there and surveyed his handy work. “There we go.” He grinned and pinched my hard ni**les so hard that I felt like I was about to come then and there. I grabbed his ass and brought him closer to me and he held a hand up. “Wait.” He then undid my jeans and pulled them down so that I was just standing there in a pair of black lace panties. “Nice.” He stared at my scantily clad pu**y and I blushed. “See through, huh? Sexy.” I waited for him take them off but instead he grabbed me and laid me on the bed so that we were both lying there in just our undies. I was about to roll on top of him when he pushed me down and rolled on top of me, crushing my br**sts against his chest. I spread my legs instinctively and felt his hard c**k pressing against my pu**y through his briefs. He started kissing me hard and I ran my hands back and forth on his back as he gyrated into me. I groaned underneath him and squeezed my legs around his hips, wanting to feel him closer. I could feel my panties get wet and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me.

“Oh Harry, please,” I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and his fingers inside my panties so that he could play with my clit. I wriggled against him wanting to feel all of him as close to me as possible. I grabbed his ass and ran my hands underneath his briefs and tugged on his cock. He groaned against me and pulled back a little so that he could pull my panties off as I pulled his briefs down. We flung them to the floor and he adjusted himself so that he was back on top of me again. This time his hard c**k was in between my legs and rubbing against my pu**y.

“Oh shit, Sarah, you are so wet.” He grinned as he fingered me and I closed my eyes as the familiar delicious feeling spread through me once again. I moaned as I felt him withdraw his fingers but soon cried out as he slammed his c**k into me. He held my hands and plunged into me harder and deeper with each thrust and I called out his name in ecstasy. “Oh f**k yes, Sarah,” he grunted in my ear as he f**ked me. I grabbed his ass and pushed it so that he would enter me even deeper and he moaned with guttural passion. He withdrew from me and I cried out but I soon realized he just wanted to change positions. He positioned me in all fours and then came up behind me so that he could enter me from behind.

“Harrrrrry!” I screamed as he started playing with my cl*t as he plunged in and out of me. I could barely hold it together and collapsed forward onto the bed moaning as I came uncontrollably. He was still f**king me as I came and rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I looked down into his glazed eyes and slid down onto his c**k and rode him hard. He gasped as I bounced up and down on him and grabbed my h*ps and moved them even faster as he came. I lay down next to him and his penis slid out of me. I looked over to see him grinning at me and I smiled at him widely. I was so satiated and happy that I couldn’t stop myself.

“I love you, Harry.” I moved over to kiss him and he looked at me in shock with a smile frozen on his lips.

“What?” He frowned.

“I love you.” My voice was breathless and my heart was beating rapidly.

“I don’t know what to say.” He looked like he was angry and I felt light headed. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. I thought this would be the point when he would tell me he loved me too and wanted to marry me.

“I was just joking.” I blinked up at him trying to smile and failing miserably.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I told you—I don’t do love.” He rolled out of the bed and stood up. “I better go.”

“Okay.” I stared at him as he gathered his clothes and put them on quickly. This time he was being real. He didn’t want me to want him to stay.

“I’ll call you about the flights in a few days.” He looked at me with sadness in his eyes and walked to the door.

“Okay.”

“Bye Sarah.” He paused. “I have a lot of work to catch up on, you know. It’s best if I get home now to do it.”

“I get it.” I closed my eyes, hoping he would just leave. I’d never felt so awful in my life. I heard the door close but when I looked up he was still standing there, staring at me in the bed. He walked back over to me and kissed me on the forehead.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. I don’t do love. I don’t want a girlfriend. Or a wife. Or kids.”

“Because of Angelica?”

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “Yes, I loved her a long time ago. But I can’t blame it on that. Not really. I just don’t see that in my life. I don’t have the time for those things. And I don’t think that it’s worth it to fall in love. People will only disappoint you.”