Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,15
penthouse before bed, making sure every lock is in place, the windows secured. No more than a minute later, I join her in bed. She’s fast asleep.
I crawl in beside her, wrap my arm around her, and relish this moment. Her back is at my front, my arm around her body, soft and pliable in slumber. This fleeting moment in time, a falling star as it were. Brilliant and shimmering, it will fade before it touches earth. I never sleep but fight insomnia. Tonight, however, with this beautiful woman in my arms, I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake when bright light streams through my window. I blink, surprised I’m not alone.
Katie’s got one leg hitched up on mine, her arm strewn around my chest. Her hair’s wild and crazy, and she’s got lines on her cheek from the folds of the pillowcase. I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyes flutter open.
She bolts upright and grabs the sheets, covering her naked body.
“What did I do?”
Her panic’s admittedly adorable.
“You signed a contract, Katie. Mine for one night.” I glance at the bedside table. “And by my calculations, we have one more hour.”
She winces. “Shit. I’m the one who came twice. And you’re the one who’s paying. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”
She bites her lip and looks at me apprehensively. She looks about the room and sighs. “I always mess things up. You paid me for a night of pleasure, and I pass out like a drunk sorority sister.” She shakes her head. “I’m really sorry.”
Is she afraid I won’t pay her in full?
“We had a contract. You fulfilled your end,” I say, all business now. I want to gather her back up to me and kiss away that self-doubt that flits across her features. But we’re coming to the end of the contract. I can’t let myself get attached. My voice is hard and cold when I assure her, “Nowhere in that contract does it say you’re not allowed to sleep.”
I get out of the bed and head to the bathroom without another word. When I come back, she’s at the furthest end of the bed, the sheet pulled up to her chin, and she’s looking at me sternly.
“You should have more of a chance than that!” She’s angry I didn’t fuck her more?
“Don’t look at me like that.” I glance at the clock beside the bed. “I have one more hour, and I won’t hesitate to punish you if you earn it.”
She blinks, then shakes her head. “It isn’t fair to use arousal techniques on me when I’m trying to be pragmatic.”
“Arousal techniques?” Jesus, she’s adorable. “This is no technique. You’re still mine, and as mine you’ll do what I tell you. No pouting allowed.”
Her gaze softens then, and she nods. She opens her mouth, then closes it, as if weighing her words. Finally, she whispers, “Yes, daddy.” Her eyes widen and she nods. “Yep.”
“Yep what?”
“Still hot. I wondered if it was the wine.”
“I’m sure the wine helped.”
She bites her lip. “Too bad I can’t have wine for breakfast,” she whispers.
I shrug. “You can have anything you want for breakfast.” I sit beside her in the bed and pull up room service on my phone. “Here. Have your pick.”
She looks at the menu eagerly. “Seriously? Ohh, I’ve never had room service before.” Then she drops my phone and her eyes grow stern again. “But I really need to earn my keep. By contract you’re paying me ten thousand dollars. I have to… do something.”
I have shoes in my closet worth more than that. Why is she so hung up on this? She doesn’t know how letting me take care of her fills a need in me. It isn’t all about sex.
“We can solve that pretty easily.”
“Oh?”
My cock hardens, my heart slams in my ribcage.
“We place our order. Then I take you to my shower, we get ready for the day, and I fuck you against the tiles until you scream my name.”
She says something garbled that sounds like, Gahhhhd.
“I can maybe try a blow job,” she says helpfully.
I groan. “Katie.”
“What?”
“I’m trying to order breakfast.”
“So?”
“Behave yourself and stop tempting me.”
She grins and taps her chin. “Or… we could…”
I place my phone down, prop my knees up on the bed, reach over for her, and drag her across my thighs. When she’s propped up with her ass in the air, I rest my hand on the sweet spot where her thighs meet her ass.