Page 43 of The Billionaire's Special Relationship

“After that witch? Hell no. I wasn’t trying to trust any woman ever again.”

Tabby turned back around. That didn’t bode well for her. But it wasn’t like she stood a chance anyway.

He already introduced her as his friend. She was what they called a friend with benefits, but still just a friend. In fact the benefits part made her a little less than a friend in her view. Because it seemed like settling for less to her. Giving away the milk for free. And she’d given away enough and settled enough in her life. She was tired of that. She wasn’t at all sure if such an arrangement would ever be sustainable for her.

But she loved being around Stuart. He gave her a lift every time. She decided to just go with that for now.

Once they finished bathing, they got out of the tub. But as they were drying off, face to face and body to body, they both began to get that urge. So much so that Stuart tossed his towel aside and her towel too, wrapped her into his arms, and gave her a long, passionate kiss.

Then he moved down her body until he was between her legs. And he pushed her against the wall, with his hands squeezing her butt, as he did her.

Tabby lifted her legs and sat them on his shoulder as he knelt down doing her so long that she was certain she was soon to cum.

Until thedoorbell rang. And their heavy breathing and arching and moaning and groaning ceased. Because they both knew it could be JK with news that the charges had been dropped.

Stuart stood up and pressed the intercom button beside the tub. “Yes?”

“Dinner is ready to serve, sir.”

It was Francois. Stuart was pissed, but he knew it wasn’t his chef’s fault. He pressed another button. “Come on in. I’ll be down in a few.” And then he ended the conversation.

And exhaled as he looked down her body. A body he was craving. “Let’s eat first,” he said.

But Tabby was craving him too. “Do we have to?” she asked.

And that simple question was all it took for Stuart. They didn’t have to do a damn thing they didn’t want to do. He pressed the intercom button that connected to the kitchen. “Francois?”

“Yes sir?”

“Put the food in warmers and you may leave.”

“Will do right away. And thank you sir.

And as soon as he ended that conversation, his craving for Tabby heightened to such an extent that he lifted her with a sudden jerk of a lift, carried her to his bed,, threw her on it, and then got on top of her.

He entered her with that wonderful thrust she was looking forward to and her legs wrapped all the way around his body as he did her. It was raw and hard and long. But slow and so sensual that it tookall they had to not cum within minutes of their coupling.

But they both held on. They fell into a rhythm that made it last as long as they could hold out.

Tabby was running her fingers through Stuart’s hair and Stuart was squeezing Tabby’s butt even harder as he did her. She fit him like a glove. And his body was enveloped into hers.

They came a half-hour into it, but neither one of them wanted that to be the end. So he kept giving and she kept receiving until he was big again and she was feeling those sensations increase again. And then they came again.

Where they found the energy, after the two days they’d been through, they didn’t know. And they didn’t care. They were just thrilled to have found somebody who just might reciprocate their love.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

SIX DAYS LATERand they were on the rooftop terrace of Stuart’s penthouse apartment. He was seated on his lounger, in his thick bathrobe, staring at Tabby as she swam in his infinity pool. It was amusing to him the way she would get to the far edge and then quickly swim back as if the pool had no end and it could carry her all the way over the roof. He even yelled to her once that she had nothing to fear, but she stayed true to her own instincts. Which actually pleased him. She was going to be her own person in his world and not easily persuaded to change. Maybe, just maybe, she was going to be able to handle his world.

He realized it when she didn’t panic after his arrest in Larkin, but she managed to get evidence his own highly paid team couldn’t get. Then she was shrewd enough to pay for that evidence out of his wallet she had in her possession, and then to bring that evidence straight to him in his own car. It was nothing short of providence, he told her once, when he left his keys and wallet in that motel room and she was the one who went back and retrievedthem.

But Tabby corrected him. “Providence my foot,” she said. “Look at God. Give that glory to God!” Which was exactly what Stuart meant, but he conceded that Tabby voiced it more succinctly.

But for the most part, he was less attentive to Tabby the way he should have been, and spent most of his time in his own head. He worried about Alan’s well-being and who could have tried to kill his son. He worried about his corporation and how was it being managed now that he didn’t have the last word. He knew he would regain a majority stake: He had his aces in the hole ready to flip on Alan just like they flipped on him: If the price was right. But he had to find out who the mastermind was behind that takeover to begin with. Because nobody was going to tell him it was Alan. Alan was smart with numbers, but he was no mastermind.

“Stuart?Stuart?”

It wasn’t until she said his name a third time did he realize Tabby was out of the pool and standing beside his lounger drying off in the bikini he had an exclusive boutique owner bring to her, along with a full wardrobe, while they still waited on the DA.