Page 79 of Meet Jon, the Billionaire

“You suck at bondage,” she said with a grin. “But you fuck like a porn star in every other way.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

“Though I never knew you slept with porn stars. You learn something new every day—”

She playfully slapped my bare bottom with the belt. I yelped and fled from her wrath until we wound up in a grapple in my bedroom.

We fell onto the mattress and made love so many times I lost count. We ordered food at least two more times, and I have a vague recollection of the sun rising and setting. Sometimes we dozed, but sooner or later I would wake up with her mouth or her hand on my cock, or she’d wake up with my face in her crotch.

When we finally wound down, we took a long bath together. I lay on my back, with her laying atop me in the sudsy water.

“Amelia?” I said.

“Yes?” Her voice rumbled through her back into my chest.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She sighed and leaned back against me. I cradled her, nestling her cheek against my shoulder.

If there was such a thing as heaven on earth, then this is it.

The End