The Billionaire and the Cleaner(27)
Author: Sam Crescent

“You’re welcome.”

He rested in the bath as she cleaned him. Kent took the sponge from her when she hesitated over the water. Staring into her eyes he washed his c**k and lower body. Even ill his c**k responded to the heat in her eyes. Lana was attracted to him. She didn’t want to be attracted to him, but she was.

When he was bathed, she fetched him a towel. Kent stood, and Lana averted her eyes. She left him to get dried. Her hand came around the corner with some gym pants. They were loose, and he only wore them to work out in. He took them from her outstretched hand.

She tapped the bed for him to climb into.

“I’ll call the cleaning agency and let them know I won’t be in. Hopefully I won’t get fired from there,” she said.

“Don’t worry about it. I’d check your cell phone. I already put a call into them before I phoned you.”

“You were so sure I’d help you.”

“Lana, you love me, baby. I knew you’d help me out.”

He climbed into bed. Kent heard her gasp but didn’t say anything. She watched over him. Kent felt her presence during the night. Her hand was constantly touching his forehead, checking his temperature and feeding him.

When the shivers got too much she phoned a doctor to come out and see him. Kent was conscious of everything happening. He stared at her seeing the concern in her eyes. Tonya’s words from Christmas kept playing around his head. Did Lana love him like Tonya said?

He’d never been so sure as he was when she stared at him.

Kent woke up after the doctor paid him a visit to see Lana looking at a cookbook sat beside him. He tapped the bed. “Sleep with me,” he said.

She looked from her book to the spot next to him. “The doctor said you should sleep.”

“I’ll sleep better with you beside me.” He saw the indecision in her eyes. “Please.” Begging was low of him, but he wanted to get his own way. He’d do anything to get his own way.

Lana pushed her shoes off and climbed in beside him. Kent wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his head against her hair. She smelt amazing. Within moments she relaxed, and he heard the sound of her even breathing.

He could gladly live the rest of his life with her lying beside him at night, in his arms.

Kissing her temple, Kent relaxed.

He closed his eyes enjoying the feel of her against him. There was nothing he wanted more than to keep her beside him all night. His illness had brought her to his bed, and now he needed to find a better reason to keep her there.

Chapter Sixteen

The next few days passed with Lana by Kent’s side at all times. There was no time for her to go to her apartment. She kept Kent’s apartment clean. When he slept, she cleaned or read from some of the books he kept. She cooked a large pot of soup and kept heating up a small ladle-full of the soup to feed him. The chicken soup was from a recipe she’d altered and made her own.

Kent seemed to enjoy it, and as he grew stronger when he ate more. She went from soup to casseroles.

After a week of caring for him the old Kent was back. One morning she woke to find him making coffee in the kitchen. Climbing out of his bed she went in search of him. He wore a bath towel around his waist, and his colour had returned to his cheeks.

“Morning,” she said, gaining his attention.

He turned to her and smiled. “Morning, babe. Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m good.” She’d been taking medication as a precaution as his doctor advised. Fortunately, she hadn’t caught his illness. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m much better.” He walked over to her. His body looked so tempting in the lighting. His chest looked full and hard. Her gaze dropped to his chest where a droplet of water escaped. Her mouth watered, and she wanted to follow the droplet.

Lifting her gaze up, she saw him looking at her mouth. “I know how you feel,” he said.

“What?”

Kent placed the cups on the counter. He stroked her cheek and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. “This last week has been amazing,” he said.

Lana frowned. What the hell was going on? “You’ve been ill, Kent. What was amazing about that?”

He smiled. He leaned in close. His lips were so close that she felt his breath fan across her face.

“I got to feel what it was like with you in my arms in my bed. I wouldn’t change having you there for the world.”

Her breathing grew heavy. Heat seeped between her legs as her ni**les tightened from his words and his closeness. “What are you doing, Kent?”

“What I need to do for both of us, Lana. I know you feel it, too.” His lips brushed against hers. They felt so good, and she whimpered. “Don’t worry. Let it go. I’m here to catch you, baby. I’ll always catch you.”

She froze in his arms as his lips made love to hers. His tongue ran across the seam of hers.

“Let go,” he said.

Her hands fisted at her side as she fought the conflicting emotions inside herself.

You can’t do this.

It will spoil everything.

Lana lifted her hands with the intention of pushing him away. She wrapped her arms around his neck instead. There was no way for her to fight him. She’d been fighting her feelings for him since the first moment she saw him. Being in his arms was sheer bliss.

“Please,” she said.

Kent slammed his lips down on hers. She groaned giving herself up to him. His arms banded around her lifting her up onto the counter. She held on as he opened her thighs. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Lana deepened the kiss.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me, too,” she said.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. The sheets were mussed from the previous night of sleeping. Kent placed her on her feet.

“I need to see you naked,” he said.

She lifted her arms as he played with the edge of her jumper. He pulled the jumper over her head. She wore a bra.

The last few days she’d been wearing her clothes and his. She’d been washing daily.

“You shouldn’t wear a bra to bed.”

Lana shrugged. She gasped as his fingers loosened the button on her jeans. Licking her lips, she gazed down to where his hands laid over her rounded stomach. She was much larger than all the women he’d dated. Was he regretting his decision to be with her?

His fingers teased under the edge of her jeans. Slowly, he peeled her jeans from her body.

He knelt in front of her to help her step out of the constricting denim. Kent stared up in her eyes. His gaze never left hers. The blue of his eyes held her captive. She didn’t want to look away.