Page 42 of Billionaire Bachelor

“God, yes,” she agrees.

Rosie cranes her neck backward, seeking my mouth. I kiss her passionately, our tongues dueling as our bodies work together in perfect harmony. The outside world fades away, we’re just two people lost in each other’s touch, driven by a dance as old as time.I never want to stop feeling this close to her. Never want to stop making her feel this kind of pleasure.

I never want her to be anyone else’s but mine.

I reach down and rub her clit, feeling her body tremble beneath mine. She’s right on the edge, hips bucking, trying to pull me deeper inside. I press my body impossibly closer, working her over until she’s so tightly wound, she has no choice but to let go.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur into her ear. “Be a good girl and come on my cock. Let me feel you come undone, Rosie.”

She clenches around me, crying out as she reaches the peak. I drive deeper, prolonging her orgasm as long as possible before I feel a familiar tingle in my balls. I pound into her hard and fast, the air filling with the sounds of bodies slapping. Moaning and gasping. When I can no longer resist, I come with a roar, her name a prayer on my lips.

As the high wanes, I pull out and gently turn her body toward mine. I probably have the stupidest grin on my face when I see the dick-drunk look in her eyes, proud as hell I’m responsible for it.

I lean down and brush a kiss against her forehead. “That is officially my new favorite way to start the day.”

She hums, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck. “Same.”

I wrap my arms around her and squeeze. “What time do you need to be at work?”

“Eight,” she answers with a yawn. When her phone starts buzzing on the nightstand she adds, “And there’s my alarm, telling me I need to get my ass out of bed.”

I reach over to silence it, seeing it’s a quarter past six. “Hop in the shower, Pip. I’ll have breakfast and coffee waiting when you’re ready.”

“I wish we could stay in bed all day.” She nips the underside of my jaw. “But I like being able to pay my rent, so work it is.”

I playfully smack her ass as she climbs over me to get out of bed.

Rosie gives me a mock glare. “Rude.”

I fold my arms behind my head, giving her a thorough—and appreciative—once-over. We never closed the blinds last night, so the room is bathed in the soft, bluish hues of early dawn, tinged with the faintest blush of pink. My eyes trace every line and contour of Rosie’s gloriously nude body, captivated by the beauty before me. Thankfully, the windows in here are clerestory, so we don’t need to worry about anyone else enjoying the view.

“You love it.” I wink.

Her lips twitch. “Maybe.”

She squeals when I make a grab for her, and darts out of the bedroom.

A short while later, Rosie steps into the main room dressed in a sleek black blouse with some flowery thing near the collar and tailored gray pants. The look is understated and classy, yet on her, there’s somehow a suggestive edge to it as well. Or maybe that’s just my dirty mind.

“Sit,” I say, setting a plate on the breakfast bar.

She smiles as she glances at the steaming omelet and fresh fruit. “I could get used to having a personal chef.”

I finish sweetening her coffee, placing the mug before her. “Didn’t we already cover this? I’ll do anything to keep Hangry Rosalie at bay.”

She laughs. “That was in Tahoe. Here, you have an empire to run.”

I wave her off. “Meh, I have help doing that.”

Rosie snorts. “You do, but I also happen to know you make a habit of leading by example with work ethic and drive, so I’m sure you have your hands in all the pots.”

I raise my brows. “Who’ve you been talking to about my office habits?”

Her shoulders lift in a slight shrug. “Ryan’s mentioned it once or twice.”

“Ah.”

I should’ve known. The guy loves roasting me to my face, but he’s always been one of my biggest cheerleaders, singing my praises to anyone who’ll listen.