Page 41 of Billionaire Bachelor

“Pizza work for you?”

“Pizzaalwaysworks for me.”

“Pizza it is,” I say, opening the DoorDash app. Once our order is placed, I add, “Done. It’ll be here in about forty-five minutes.”

Rosie slowly inches her lips toward mine. “Feel like fooling around while we wait? You kinda owe me.”

“Owe you?” My brows lift. “For what?”

She shifts her body toward me, lifting her skirt just enough to straddle my legs. “I watched the video you sent me earlier, but I never actually got the chance to do anything about it.”

I grin. “You need some relief, Rosie?”

“I mean, if you think you can accomplish that, I wouldn’t say no.” She shrugs, feigning nonchalance, but her eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I canalwaysaccomplish that, baby,” I tell her.

There’s no doubt I want her, but I refuse to be another person in Rosie’s life who fails her. I need to make sure she has no doubt how much I value her mind and her heart, not just her body.

“For the record, Pip, I flew back early foryou, not your body.” I kiss her gently.

“I know that, Logan.” She kisses me back, fingertips tightening on my shoulders as she pulls away. “The hot sex is just a bonus.”

Her words awaken something deep and primal inside of me, and I slide my hands up her silky thighs, feeling the tension in her muscles relax beneath my grip.

“Well, in that case…consider me at your service.”

The smile she hits me with is blinding. I don’t know what I’ve done to get so lucky, but I’m sure as hell not taking it for granted. Without a doubt, Rosie is what I’ve been waiting for all these years. Being with her on this new level makes me feel whole in a way I never have before. I know she’s not there yet, but if I play my cards right, I’m hopeful I can do the same for her.

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LOGAN

I don’t thinkthere’s a better way to start my day than with Rosie Morales in my arms. Her back molded to my front, messy hair tickling my nose, soft curves filling my hands. Even her too-small mattress can’t dampen the euphoria, although if sleeping at Rosie’s is going to become a regular thing, I might have to buy her a new bed. I love having her pressed up against me, but I also like feeling like I’m not about to roll onto the floor at any moment.

I groan as she playfully wiggles her ass against my dick. “Don’t start something you’re not willing to finish, Rosie.”

She giggles. “Who says I’m not willing to finish?”

Her mouth opens on a gasp as I lightly tug on her nipple rings. “I like the way you think.”

Rosie moans, arching into my palms.

I relish in the current that zings through my veins with each caress. How her breath hitches as she writhes beneath my touch. I grind my length against her, driving us both crazy with anticipation. Goose bumps blossom across her shoulder as my lips brush against her nape. I pull Rosie closer, not an inch separating us as I inhale her sweet skin.

“Logan,” she breathes, telling me she’s feeling this, too.

I’ve never been so consumed by another person. Every pulse, every glide of skin on skin, is amplified a million times over.

“I know, baby.”

My wandering hands reach the apex of her thighs, confirming what I already knew. She’s more than ready for me.

Rosie whimpers, hips lifting, begging for more. I spread her thighs, resting one leg over my knee, giving me just the right angle to enter her tight body.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Nothing feels better than this. Your sweet pussy was made for me, Rosie. Tell me you know that.”

Being inside of this woman is like coming home after years of aimless wandering. Every thrust is filled with promise. Every kiss laced with possibility.