Page 40 of The Billionaire's Secret Kiss

Condom.

Fuck.

Praying I still had one in my wallet, I dove off the side of the bed and snagged my jeans, yanking out my wallet and flipping through.

Jackpot.

Ella watched me, her eyebrows knit together, teeth sunk into her lower lip. When she saw the red plastic square in my hand, her expression cleared, the frown replaced with a saucy grin.

"I'll make a doctor appointment and go on the pill or something."

"Whatever you want, Els. I'll get tested, so you know you don't have to worry." I didn't ask her for the same. I already knew no one had touched her in the last two years but me. Not for the first time, I wished I could say the same.

I couldn't decide where I wanted to start. Ella's body stretched across the bed was a buffet of delights. If we had more time, if I weren't leaving in a matter of hours, I might have made a different choice. But this time, the last time I’d to touch her for at least a few weeks, maybe more, I wanted intimacy more than anything else.

I stretched out beside her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her. I could kiss Ella all day. Her mouth fit mine as if she'd been made for me. Every part of her was mine—the sounds she made in the back of her throat, the way her body moved into mine as our kiss grew deeper. Nothing, no woman, had ever been like this. Ella was magic. And she was mine.

When I thought I would go mad from not being inside her, I drew back to open the condom and rolled it down my desperately hard cock. The look in her eyes as she watched me, the heat and the hunger, was almost too much. I rolled to my back and pulled her on top of me.

"Like this," I said. "I want to watch you."

If I had to pick a favorite position with Ella, this had to be it. Watching her as she rode me, seeing the passion on her face, the way her skin flushed as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, the sway of her breasts, the curve of her hips. I loved how easy it was to draw her down and suck her nipples, how easy it was to kiss her.

She straddled me, rising above me, and trailed her fingers up the length of my cock before stroking the head over her pussy, front to back, rubbing gentle circles over her clit.

Fuck. Watching the woman I loved pleasure herself with my body was fucking hot. I couldn't resist reaching out to slide a finger inside her. Yeah, she was teasing me. Her pussy was slick and ready. I withdrew my finger and ran my hands up the sides of her thighs, rocking my hips up a few inches, teasing her back. Her eyelids drooped, and her breath hitched in her chest.

Leaning forward, she set the head of my cock against her pussy and slowly, inch by inch, lowered her body onto mine. My eyes wanted to roll up into the back of my head, but I kept them open, focused on Ella's face, watching bliss spread across her features as I filled her.

She started rocking above me slowly, getting used to the stretch of me inside her, cupping her breasts with her hands and tugging on her nipples in a way she knew would drive me crazy.

It did.

Usually, when she was on top, part of the game was to hold myself back until I couldn't take it anymore. Letting her tease me until we were both insane with need added an edge to the sweetness of watching her ride me to orgasm.

It had been too long, and I couldn't play. When she started making the little moans that told me she was close, I pulled her down, took her mouth with mine, and rolled us over.

Kissing her, driving my cock into her over and over, it wasn't long before she arched her back beneath me and let out a low, gasping wail. I followed her into orgasm, for a fleeting moment wishing the condom weren’t between us, wishing I was filling her with me.

When I had my breath back and thought I could walk without wobbling, I went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. When I came back, Ella was still in bed, the sheet pulled up, her face drowsy and a tiny smile of satisfaction on her lips.

"You look pleased with yourself," I commented as I slid into bed beside her. I still had an hour or two before I had to leave for the airport, and I didn't want to waste a minute of it.

"Iamvery pleased with myself," she said, rolling to face me. She lifted her hand and traced her fingers down the side of my face, from my temple to my chin. "We can do this, Noah. We have to promise to be honest with each other, to tell each other if we feel like it's not working so we can figure out a way around our problems instead of just getting angry and giving up."

"You mean, you want to debug our relationship?"

She laughed. Even when we were fighting, we always understood each other. "Exactly. Last time, I was hurt you weren't calling, and then you didn't show up for graduation. I reacted emotionally when I told you it was over. I don't want to do that again. I know you're going to get distracted with work, even though you won't mean to. When I go back to school, the same will probably happen to me. I don't want either of us sitting on opposite sides of the country thinking the other one doesn't care. When things start getting hard, we need to talk about it. Figure out where we’re going wrong and what we can do differently. Just like we would with a buggy program."

"Have I ever told you you’re brilliant?" I asked. Maybe to someone else, Ella's debug approach to relationship troubles would sound insane. Not to me.

"A few times," she said. "Did you work things out with Vance and Maggie?"

"No. They had some conditions that didn't work for me. I'm going to do this myself."

"I thought you said that was bad business," she pointed out. I hoped I could distract her because I didn't want to explain how things had gone down with Vance. Personally, I thought her employer was a dick, but I knew Ella adored Vance and Maggie, and they'd been good to her. Better than good.

Vance was right—they treated her like she was family. If I told her Vance's condition, she'd probably be angry with him, and she didn't need that complication in her life right now. The issues with the company were my problem. I wasn't going to drag Ella in the middle.