Touching the Billionaire - Holly Jaymes Page 0,60

was still with me. Normally she’d return to her apartment and not stay the night, which was something that was increasingly more difficult for me to accept. And now, being awoken by the thought that I was hers, and even more than that, I desperately wanted her to be mine, I felt shaken to the core.

I was in love with Madeline Fox.

At least I thought I was. What else could these feelings be? My entire being was consumed with thoughts of her. Feelings for her. Surely that was love.

“Are you okay?” her sleepy voice said next to me as her hand pressed over my chest, over my heart. I put my hand over hers, holding it there as my brain fumbled with what to say. Did I tell her I loved her? A part of me wanted to and yet a bigger part of me was terrified.

And then there was the fact that nothing had changed in our situation. We couldn’t be together, at least not now, because of the appearance of it all. The public would think she was just another on-screen dalliance of mine, or that she had slept with me to get the role or further her career. I knew that was a situation she definitely didn’t want to be in. So what good was it in telling her my feelings, only to have her tell me that she couldn’t love me back? Having spent my entire childhood with parents who I knew couldn’t love me back, I wasn’t going to put myself in a position to hear it again from somebody else.

“Yeah,” I answered her question, taking a breath to settle my nerves. “Just a weird dream.”

She maneuvered her body over mine and all my crazy thoughts dissipated as her smooth, warm skin settled against me. My hands ran over her hips and down to her ass, giving her soft butt cheeks a light squeeze. My dick started to thicken, which was no surprise as it seemed like it was always in a semi-state of arousal around her anyway.

She kissed me, sending those shimmery sparks of sensation coursing through my bloodstream. In the darkness of night, and in the cocoon of my apartment that was our own little world, I held her.

I realized then that it had to be love that I was feeling because I wanted to be with her like this forever. Not in the forever I’d felt before that was all about erotic sensation. No, I wanted to be like this forever, holding her in my arms and cherishing her. Of course, I still couldn’t tell her that, but I could show her.

I wrapped my arms around her, and rolled us until I was on top. I gripped her hands and kissed her, pouring all the emotion I felt into the kiss. Would she feel it?

Then I used my hands to worship her body, stroking and caressing her in the way I’d learned she loved. I followed with my lips, kissing and sucking her soft skin from her lips to her jaw, over her collarbone and down to her tits, along her smooth stomach and down to her wet pussy. I worked her, until her sweet juices filled my mouth, and even then I continued my journey along her body, kissing her thighs and down to her ankles. Then I worked my way back up, making her come a second time as I sucked her clit, and then worked her up again, as I lavished her tits.

Finally, I took her hands in mine, gripping them as I brought them over her head.

“Look at me, Madeline,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire and emotion.

Her eyes fluttered open. She watched me, and the words “I love you” sat on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I kissed her and then thrust my dick inside her until it couldn’t fill her anymore. Emotion swept through me at the feel of her wet, warm pussy holding me inside her, and I buried my face in her neck to rein it in. I loved her and wanted her desperately. But this wasn’t just about me. It was selfish to ask her to risk her reputation simply because I needed her emotionally. So, I held it in, and instead, focused on her.

Duped

Madeline

Over the course of the last few months that Theo and I had been engaging in illicit activities, we had sex in a variety of ways involving a host of different moods and places. But the way