Marrying My Billionaire Hookup - Nadia Lee Page 0,8

me is overwhelming; I can hardly even draw in air. Dizziness overtakes me, and I whisper his name like a mantra as every inch of my skin grows tight and hot.

Then I arch my back and try to contain a scream as he pushes two fingers deep inside. Without giving me a chance to recover, he starts thrusting them in and out, driving me higher to another mind-shattering peak.

Only then he’s moving me to the center of the bed and devouring my mouth. I kiss him desperately, tasting myself on him and loving the taste of us.

“I can’t wait,” Edgar says, his voice tight.

“Then don’t.” Then, in case he doesn’t have a rubber, I add breathlessly, “I’m on the pill.” There’s no way either one of us is leaving here without my feeling him inside.

I don’t think he heard what I said about the birth control. He reaches into a drawer next to the bed and pulls out a few condoms. His belt buckle comes undone, the zipper hissing. He doesn’t even undress himself fully before putting on the condom. And I don’t care, because I can’t wait to have him inside and come around his gorgeous cock. I’ll strip him and have my way with him later.

“Now,” I say, panting. “Put your cock in me.”

He obliges, driving into me, and it feels a million times better than I imagined. He’s so big, pulsing and throbbing, and his face is tight above me, control and sexual need battling for dominance.

“Come inside me,” I demand, wanting him to move, desperate to see him lose control.

“I want to feel you climax ag—"

I bring his face down for a kiss. “Edgar.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and fuck me hard. We have all night to do it again and again.”

And he does. A rough growl catches in his throat as he drives into me over and over, each thrust more powerful and pleasurable than the one before.

I wind my legs around him and match his movement, losing myself in the fiery rhythm. When I come again, he joins me with my name on his lips.

Chapter Four

Jo

I don’t know what wakes me up, but I blink, then rub my tired eyes. I turn my head to see the bedside clock.

Five fifty-six.

Oh no. The time rips the drowsiness from my mind. It’s so late. I must’ve dozed off. Edgar was insatiable, taking me over and over again. It was like he heard my thought about wanting to do everything he was fantasizing and what I said about having all night to do it. I didn’t expect him to take it so literally…or have the energy to go for so long.

As I sit up, my muscles protest. Ow. Here I was thinking I was in good shape, but Edgar’s stamina is…phenomenal. If I hadn’t explored every inch of his body, I’d swear he was hooked up to some kind of Viagra IV—assuming the drug even comes in that form.

I look down at the bed—and the stunning man in it. He looks so relaxed and peaceful. I wish I could kiss him, but I’m afraid to wake him up because it’ll mean letting him have his way with me again. And I really need to get going before he opens his eyes. Both of us awake means talking. Awkward goodbyes. Pointless, empty promises, such as “Keep in touch” and “I’ll call you.”

He made it clear he doesn’t visit L.A. very often. He certainly isn’t going to start doing so just because we had a great night together. And I’m not interested in a long-distance relationship. Not with my romantic history. No matter how much I might wish the man I’m with is The One, it never works out that way. Romance always fizzles within a few months, regardless of how well suited we were at first. So what’s the point if I can’t even enjoy it to the fullest until then?

And there’s no way I’m moving to Bugwressel, Louisiana or wherever he’s from, either…even if I believed this relationship was going to be different. From what I’ve heard, bayou mosquitos are so big they carry their own ticks. And Los Angeles is where I have my life and all the people I love. Nothing’s worth giving that up.

Where are my damn shoes? I think Edgar flung them away sometime last night. I look everywhere I can think of. Where the hell…? Well, if I lose them… Irritating, but not the end of the world. I don’t actually need them to leave.