Page 64 of The Billionaire Who Saved My Cat From The Mafia

I close my eyes and fall back onto the mattress, my arms wide to my sides in surrender.

“Come on, big boy.”She cups a hand against my cheek.“What’s a memory foam mattress for if not making memories?”

I feel my stomach rise and fall as I laugh.I open one eye and stare at her.I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how pretty she is, how the whole world lights up when she smiles the way she’s doing now.I pull her down on top of me, roll, and then pin her under my weight.

I slide up into her without any warning.

And no condom.

I freeze.Then I start to pull out.

She grips my upper arm to stop me.“Stay,” she says.

I gaze down into her face.She nods to assure me she means it.

“Just this once,” she says.“Please.”

I can’t speak for Frankie, but the intensity of the sensation is almost too much for me to bear.My eyes burn and my throat constricts as I make love to her.Easy and slow.Linked together, fully aware and wide awake to what we’re doing.

Because that’s exactly what’s happening—we’re making love.She’s letting me love her and she’s loving me back.

I never take my eyes off hers.We’re joined with our bodies and something else I don’t dare name.And as we move together in sync, I’m struck with the intense sensation of releasing my grip.I’m letting go.

It’s a free-fall.All the way down.But we’re going together.

We cum in unison, and I’m surprised at just how soft the landing is.Completely painless.But I believe I’ve just been disassembled, reworked.

A little while later, we’re lying under the covers.I’m sweeping my fingers up and down her upper arm.I know she’s awake because I can almost hear the gears grinding in her head.

“Special K?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“You mean for saving Pussy?”

She laughs silently in my arms.“Yes, thank you for saving my cat.”

“Ahhh, I get it.The only reason you laid some pussy on me is because I rescued your Pussy.Makes perfect sense.”

“But only because one good deed deserves another six good deeds… or ten… I lost track…” Her voice trails off.

“Cool.You got any more cats I can rescue?”

No answer.She’s asleep.

I know it will take me a few moments before I follow her.There’re too many disconnected thoughts swirling around in my head, trying to sort themselves into cause-and-effect order and next-step planning.

I think of Cal’s recommendation—that I lean back.

That I should be smart enough to take a step away from whatever I’m wrapped up in at the moment.That I should take a deep breath and short break to create a little bit of distance.Because doing so might be enough to keep me from making the kind of mistake I’ll regret for the rest of my life.

As always, Cal’s advice is solid.But this is one time I’m not taking it.

Sorry, big brother.My heart’s telling me to lean in—all the way.

CHAPTER 33