My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend - Max Monroe Page 0,104
but I force a breath into my lungs instead. This is her first time. This needs to be slow. She needs time to adjust to my size.
“Yes. More. Please,” she pleads, and her fingers slide into my hair, tugging on the strands with frustration. “I can’t wait any longer to know what it feels like to have you inside me. Please, please, please, Milo. Make love to me.”
Fuck. I’m done for. Powerless against her.
“I need to put on a condom,” I whisper against her lips, but she starts shaking her head.
“No,” she refutes and gently bites her teeth into my bottom lip. “No condom. Just you. Just you and me with nothing in between us.”
My cock twitches at her words, but that bastard needs to wait.
I search the depths of her eyes. “Baby, are you sure?”
“I’m on birth control.” She nods and wraps her legs tighter around my waist as her hips start up a rhythm again. “Please, Milo. Slide inside me.”
I can’t resist her anymore. Not for even a second longer.
I’m going to slide inside her and make her mine.
I’m going to make love to her.
Slowly, so slowly, I had no idea I had it in me, I slide my cock inside the perfect heat of her tight pussy. Inch by inch, stopping every so often to let her adjust to me.
When my cock is halfway inside her, a little whimper leaves her lips and a wrinkle forms between her brows. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt her.
I start to pull back out, but she refuses, wrapping her legs around my waist again.
“More,” she whispers, and her tongue sneaks out to lick across her bottom lip. “It’s so intense, but God, it feels so good, Milo. Because it’s you. It feels so good, so perfect, because it’s you and me together.”
Fuck.
I keep going, slowly sliding more of my cock inside her, and she just keeps begging, pleading for more.
If she’s in pain, she doesn’t show it. She is still staring deep into my eyes and telling me she wants more, that she needs more.
When I’m all the way inside her, as deep as I can go, I stop and let myself feel her.
And I never move my gaze away from hers.
I savor the moment. Imprint it onto my memory.
This is the moment I made her mine.
The first time I made love to Maybe.
I will never, for the rest of my life, forget this moment.
Not the way she feels. Or the way her brown eyes deepen with need.
Not the words she says or the way her thighs tremble.
And certainly not the way I feel.
I will always remember this.
“I love you,” I whisper and brush my lips against hers. “More than anything in this world.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, and one small tear escapes her lids. “And I love making love with you.”
In this moment, I’m more certain than I’ve ever been.
More in love than I’ve ever been.
My heart is hers, and I’m going to marry this girl.
I’m going to marry her and spend the rest of my life making love to her.
THE END
A (unauthorized) Note from Caplin Hawkins:
Well, ladies…
This is it. The time we’ve all been waiting for.
I, Caplin Hawkins, man of female dreams and lawyer extraordinaire, am getting a book.
A book all about me.
Sure, Trent Turner and Milo Ives have charm and swoon-factor and a whole bunch of other boring shit, but I think we can all agree I’m the main event, right?
I have so many surprises up my sleeves, so many ways to entertain you that you can’t even fathom. I’ve trained and hydrated, and I’m ready.
It’s time to show Max and Monroe that I can’t be tamed.
I can’t wait for us to get to know one another better.
But, in the meantime, if you have some time to kill and you haven’t read anything about Trent Turner in the first stand-alone book in the Billionaire Collection, you need to get on that shit.
While the main plot of The Billionaire Boss Next Door is about my buddy Trent and his wildly funny leading lady, Greer Hudson, it’s also—and most importantly—about me.
Max and Monroe didn’t really give me enough stage time to fully spread my wings, but I think you’ll agree my role in their love story gives a substantial glimpse into my star potential.
I mean, you be the judge. Give it a read to decide.
[Click here to read The Billionaire Boss Next Door]
But if you’ve already read about Trent, don’t despair. There are a few more mediocre substitutes