The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,41

angled his head to admire the way she parted her lips. The way she squeezed her eyes shut. The way she’d fisted a hand into her comforter.

His abs burned as he pushed himself in and out of her, everything in his body going buzzy and bright as he worked himself toward orgasm. It was hard to keep his grip, to rein in the pending explosion, while he thrust into the juicy, velvety core of her, determined to bring her there first.

Her mouth parted again, a long, low moan ripping out of her. Something he’d never heard from her. Both animalistic and feminine, it gave his own climax an extra push.

Her pussy quaked around him, her body spasming as her orgasm washed through her. And then it was his turn for the pleasure to take over. A loud groan escaped him, but he only thrust into her harder, powering through the blinding flashes of his climax.

“Ohhhh, Michelle!” He pushed himself into her one last time, and then his limbs gave out. He eased himself on top of her, his dick pulsing with its final dregs of pleasure inside of her. Her chest heaved like she’d just finished another race, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her afloat.

“Baaabe,” he moaned, scooping his arms around her. “Oh, fuck.” The waves of his orgasm hadn’t stopped. Everything in his body vibrated warm and languid. He pressed kisses to her shoulder, along her collarbone. She sighed heavily, a small smile on her face.

“Wow,” she croaked.

“Mm-hmm.” He took a soft bite of the flesh of her upper arm and she giggled. “Did I fuck the thoughts away or what?”

Her smile spanned ear to ear. “Oh, yeah. That was perfect.”

Blake rolled off of her, every inch of his body vibrating with satisfaction. Damn, he’d never felt this good afterwards. He eased off the bed and onto wobbly legs, carefully removing the condom before tossing it in her attached bathroom’s wastebasket.

When he walked back toward the bed, she had her head propped up on her palm. Watching him with something unreadable in her expression.

“What’s that look on your face?” he asked, easing back onto the bed. He spooned her from behind, pulling her into his arms. The heat of her body formed a perfect seal against his.

“I don’t have any look,” she said.

“No, you look like you want more.” He kissed the back of her neck, enjoying the goose bumps that formed there. “You need to give me time to rest.”

She snickered. “I don’t know if I could go again.”

“We don’t have to now,” he said. “There’s always the morning. Right before I cook you breakfast, for example.”

She sighed, her head drooping. “Shit, Blake.”

“What?”

“I…I don’t think you should spend the night.”

A sick knot formed in his gut. He brushed his lips against the top of her shoulder cautiously. He wanted to spend the night. It was upsetting that she wasn’t on the same page. “Why not?”

“My parents are going to be coming back in the morning with Mollie,” she said. “I think it’s best you’re not here.”

“I can leave early,” he said.

“They’ll be back very early,” she countered. “And knowing us…we’ll stay up all night…oversleep and miss our alarms…”

That wouldn’t happen. Not with him. He hadn’t overslept an alarm in five years. With his stress levels, he was lucky to get any sleep at all.

But whatever. She didn’t want him to spend the night, and he wasn’t going to beg.

“What do you guys have planned for tomorrow?” Blake asked, trying to sound casual and unconcerned even as that weird knot kept getting tighter in his gut.

“We’ll be bumming around the city, mostly. Once they get here, we’ll probably have a quick breakfast and then head out for the zoo…then stop and get lunch.” She gave the name of the restaurant, mentioning that she’d researched it before this visit, knowing her dad would want to eat somewhere with a great chocolate cake. This restaurant supposedly served the best in the Bay Area. “And after that, who knows?”

Blake mulled over his own schedule for the following day. He had plenty on his plate, but he figured he could eke out a quick lunch to meet her parents. After all, that’s what they needed to do next, right? Wasn’t meeting the parents an important step? A proper lunch with Mollie, Michelle, and Michelle’s parents sounded like a good opportunity.

“I could meet you guys for lunch,” he said, squeezing his arms around her.

She tutted. “Oh, Blake—”

“I want to