Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,31

since I left my home? I move on as if she didn’t just say that.

“I worked hard in school. Studied, graduated top of my class, went to Notre Dame on a full football scholarship.”

She sits up and smacks my chest. “No way!”

I can’t help but chuckle, even as I grab her wrist and hold it so she doesn’t do that again. “Be a good girl,” I warn.

She smiles up at me. “Yes, daddy.”

“I swear you do that just so I get stern with you.”

She shrugs a shoulder and doesn’t deny it. I shake my head. So cute.

“So I played college football and studied business, but I sustained an injury my senior year…” my voice trails off, as the pain of that memory surfaces. I thought I’d made peace with the trajectory of my life, with how things turned out differently than I planned. But somehow, talking to her, I guess that I haven’t.

“What kind of injury?” she asks, concern written across her features as her brows draw together.

“Severely broken leg, in several places. Sidelined me for the entire season. Others went on to be drafted to play professionally, but I never recovered. By the time I was better, I’d gotten an interim position managing this string of hotels here in Vegas, and I couldn’t resist.”

“Resist what?” she asks.

I like how direct she is, even if I don’t want to answer the question directly.

“Something new. A chance to still succeed, even when the plans I had to do just that fell short.” I grin and give her a teasing smack to the rear. “Now enough about me. Today’s about you and all your shopping fantasies come true.”

She snorts. “You mean you’re going to find me a bra that makes my boobs look better, jeans that make my waist look slimmer, and shoes that are sexy as hell and don’t pinch my toes?”

“Consider it done.”

“Well then, Mr. Morrow,” she says, in that soft, sexy purr of hers that makes me melt. “You’re magic at more than granting a girl orgasms.”

“Is that right?” I ask. I roll her over on her back and pin her arms above her head, capturing her wrists between my fingers. I kiss my way down her neck until her head falls back on the pillow and she emits a low, sexy groan. Within minutes, I’m hard as granite, gliding between her folds and rocking my hips until her screams of ecstasy spur on my own.

I love the tight feel of her sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, her wrists pushing against my grip as I hold her. When we’ve chased our pleasure, I lead her to the shower, where she gets me impossibly harder again as she lathers me up. I bend her over and take her from behind and give her ass a good, hard slap.

“What was that for?” she says, grinning.

“For making us late,” I explain with another hard smack. She squeals, but she loves it.

She’s perfect for me. So fucking perfect.

I shake my head. I can’t entertain thoughts like that. We have a purpose and one purpose only, and I can’t let anyone or anything get in our way.

I leave her with my attendant while I go to a meeting, and don’t miss the way her lower lip sticks out in a silent pout. Her eyes plead with me.

“Be a good girl,” I tell her. “Get some clothes you want to take with you on our trip, and if you behave yourself, I’ll take you to lunch. Sound good?”

She takes in a deep breath, lifts her head, and nods. “Sounds great.”

Three times, I lose my focus during the meeting, just wondering where she is now and what she’s buying. Twice my secretary has to give me a little nudge under the table because I missed a direct question aimed at me.

My phone buzzes, and I glance discreetly at it, and barely stifle a groan when I see the text. Katie, wearing a little red negligee that barely covers her tits and ass, and the caption, Suitable to bring to grandma’s?

I’m done with this meeting.

“Thank you for your time, gentlemen,” I say abruptly. “Submit your proposals and my consultants will respond to you within three business days.”

“Mr. Morrow, we have one more—”

Not today they don’t.

“No more time today, thank you,” I say, rising to my feet and opening the door. I wait until they leave, and I shoot her a quick text.

You are in so much trouble for that. I was in the middle of a