Page 1 of The Billionaire's Wife

When he finally looked at me, he smiled gently.

Before I could ask what was up, he set down the dirty rag and used his thumbs to brush the tears from my face.

I hadn’t even realized they were drying on my cheeks or that they’d fallen sometime in the middle of what we’d done.

I stared, unable to look away. There was something in his gaze that made all the air in the room disappear, and I realized what it was when he bent and kissed me.

His lips were as demanding of me as the rest of him. When our bodies touched, nothing else was allowed to get any attention and everything else was pushed from my mind. His kiss was no different. Soft, yet sure. Sexy but not overbearing. He was just fucking right. In every way.

My arms could apparently move again, because they lifted, wrapping around his neck, pulling him deeper. He spread out next to me, his tongue delving into my mouth, his soft sighs and moans sending sparks through my body.

I pulled back suddenly when it became too intense.

"I can't go again," I said defensively, like he was trying to put it in or something when he'd only been kissing me. "I need a break."

He didn't rise to the bait, instead just settling in next to me with his head on the pillow.

I wanted to tell him not to get comfortable, or to get out, but my heart was in my throat, and I couldn't talk for a minute.

I felt like I’d been hypnotized or something.

This was still Peter, even if he was incredible in bed.

Homophobic Peter… that didn’t sound right at all anymore.

“So, you're bi?” I asked. “Or gay?”

“What?” He blinked at me. “No. I don't know.”

I glanced at him, unimpressed.

"What do you mean you don't know? You just fucked me. Rather enthusiastically, too."

He blushed and glared.

"This is all new to me, okay? It doesn't necessarily mean anything. It might just pass. It might just be you, y'know?"

I blinked, processing that statement.

I had to bite my lip to keep anything I was about to say inside for a minute so I wouldn't offend him or dig myself a hole.

"To start, I'm the first guy you've been into?" I asked, incredulously. "I'm flattered."

He snorted and elbowed me softly.

"Don't make fun of me," he said, pouting.

"I'm not. But, just so you know, that isn't how it works. You may want to wrap your head around being bi sooner rather than later... or figure out if you're something else."

He frowned, looking confused. And dammit, I did not want to find the look cute.

"Something else?"

"Yeah. Pan, demi–"

He groaned and suddenly rolled on top of me, cutting me off by pressing his lips to mine again.

"Can we just agree that I want your ass? I think you're sexy as fuck, and I like making you come? Over and over, hopefully?" he asked when he pulled back.