Page 71 of The Billionaire's Promise

"What's Charlie up to?" Vance asked as we climbed the stairs to the second level.

"I don't know. She wants us to meet her somewhere after Rosie's nap, but she wouldn't tell me where."

"She's been off lately," he said, handing me Rosie so he could drag her crib through the double doors that led to the bedroom that had been my grandfather's. We could move the changing table later.

As soon as Vance slid the crib into place, he returned to unplug the video monitor. I got busy changing her diaper. The sooner we got her settled in her crib, the sooner I could have Vance all to myself.

"She won't talk to me," I said, snapping Rosie back into cotton jammies and fastening the Velcro on her wearable blanket.

"Charlie likes to keep everything inside," Vance said.

"Yeah, like you can talk," I said, laying Rosie down in her crib and turning on the mobile she liked to watch while she fell asleep.

"Hey, I talk about my feelings all the time." He came up behind me and slid his hands beneath my t-shirt, his fingers nudging my bra out of the way. "I feel like fucking you. I love licking your pussy. It makes me really fucking happy when you come on my cock."

"Vance," I protested, my cheeks flaming red.

"Those are feelings. Important feelings."

He led me away from the crib, carefully shutting the door as we snuck across the sitting room to our bedroom. We shut that door as well. Better safe than sorry and all that. I stripped off my shirt, taking my bra with it.

"You smell like fresh cut grass and flowers," Vance said, running his lips over my shoulder. I buried my nose in his hair and breathed. He smelled like Vance, of heat and the outdoors and man. No other scent could fill my heart and set it racing. I dropped my hands to his jeans and pulled at the snap.

"Naked. Now," I said.

"Bossy," he murmured.

I didn't answer, just shoved his jeans to the floor and backed up, pulling him with me to the bed. His long, hard body came down on top of mine, his hips settling between my legs.

"Magnolia," he breathed, rocking his hips into mine. "I was watching you lying in the sun, and I wanted to fuck you there. I wanted to see you naked under the blue sky, all this smooth skin bare for me."

"Too bad the construction workers were there," I said, moaning as his cock rubbed against my pussy, the head teasing my clit.

"They’re not here now." He slid one hand between my legs, his fingertips pressing inside. He brought them back up, gleaming with moisture, and sucked them into his mouth. "You taste so fucking good. I need more of that."

I wasn't going to argue. Vance moved down my body with slow deliberation, the silky slide of his skin against mine a tease, heightening my arousal before he'd really touched me. His tongue flicked across my clit, and I gasped.

Vance lifted his head and met my eyes. "Feel free to scream all you want, Sugar."

I wasn't going to scream. I didn't mean to. A few minutes later, I forgot all about that. He licked, he tasted, he sucked my clit between his lips as he drove two fingers deep inside me. I came in a rush of gasping breath and sounds thatmighthave been screams.

It wasn't my fault. What Vance could do with his mouth and two fingers was a miracle. He surged up the bed and was filling me with his cock while I was still coming.

When he was in to the hilt, he froze. We’d decided to forgo condoms recently and neither of us was used to how different it felt. How intimate. How real.

"Fuck,” he groaned. “I can feel you squeezing my cock with your pussy."

His mouth took mine, his lips tasting of me and of the uniquely perfect flavor that was only Vance. He seemed content to stay where he was, buried inside me, kissing me senseless, pinning me to the bed.

His mouth moved, his lips tugging, teeth nipping, his tongue tasting me, twining with mine. All I could do was hold on and sink into his kiss. Every touch, every brush of his lips told me how he felt, showed me how much he loved me.

I could have kissed Vance forever. I would have. But I needed to move. My orgasm had ebbed into another slowly growing wave of need, tension coiling inside me. Vance was all patience, kissing me over and over, the weight of his heavy body keeping me still.

I lifted my legs, wrapping them around his lean hips, trying to rock up into his cock. He filled me completely in this position, stretching me open. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked down our bodies to where we were joined.

"Is this what you want?" He didn't thrust. Nothing that overt. Instead, he made a tight circle with his hips. I sucked in a breath. He'd barely moved, his upper body completely still, but the flex of his hips ground his pelvis into my clit, sending a molten flare of pleasure through my pussy.

He did it again, the movement almost nothing, but so intense I didn't know if I could take it. I squeezed my eyes shut and let out a ragged moan.