Page 87 of Contract of a Billionaire

Staring at the dark ceiling, I took a deep breath in, letting her fall scent seep into my lungs. That smell was everywhere already.

In my car. In the penthouse. In my bathroom. In my bed.

I turned my head and watched her small silhouette curled on her side, her back towards me. That raven hair spilled all over the pillows and my fingers itched with the need to touch her.

Just one touch.

I reached out and wrapped one silky jet-black strand around my finger. It was as soft as I remembered.

Fuck, she was perfect. And now I was rock hard.

I let the piece slide off my finger and bounce back onto the soft feather pillow. I should go to sleep, yet with my painfully hard cock, straining for her, it’d be impossible to find sleep.

Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted she sleep in my bed.

Karma was a bitch indeed.

The desire raged inside me, burning every single reasonable thought until only her warm scent and the visions of how she’d look writhing underneath me remained. Her breathing pattern slightly changed, but my brain couldn’t process that realization.

My groin pulsed, demanding release.

She was too close to me. Not close enough.

Autumn had been buried so deep into my soul for so long, she was the only thing I ever wanted. The only woman to get me hard anymore. The last four years had been hell without her. The possibility of living the rest of my life without her made me want to end it all. Instead, I followed her photographs and career.

I stalked her on social platforms. The temptation was too great and I needed to be sure she was okay. Every photo posting gave me that assurance. So did Branka, but my little sister was stingy with information.

I glanced over to Autumn. She still hadn’t moved. Fuck, this was torture. If I only rolled her onto her back, I could slide between her thighs. Taste her pussy. Would she welcome me back?

I returned to stare at the ceiling, trying to ease my heartbeat and stop thinking so I’d get some sleep.Maybe I should count sheep, I mused to myself, but I already felt my mind drifting.

I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my cock. I was hard and swollen, drops of pre-cum already smearing over it. I remembered her soft moans. Her soft body. Her eagerness and how she thrashed under me, begging for more.

A low groan vibrated in my chest as I fisted my cock and cupped my balls, just the way she used to do. My grip tightened and a harsh breath pierced through the fog in my brain. It wasn’t my breath.

My movement stilled and my eyes opened to find Autumn’s eyes locked on my hand fisted around my cock.

Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth parted. Her eyes so fucking green, I could get lost in them.

My cock pulsed, recognizing the woman that brought me so much pleasure.

“You smell so good,” I grunted, resuming. I pumped up and down. Hard and rough. Fuck, I needed her so fucking much. If she’d feel a fraction of this, I’d be buried deep inside her now.

“Ditto,” she breathed and lifted that beautiful gaze, meeting mine. It was then that I saw it. Her own lust reflected in her hazel depths.

Our eyes locked, she shifted over to me, barely an inch but I took it. I inhaled deeply and watched her through my half-lidded gaze.

“Four years of jerking off with you on my mind,” I hissed, fisting myself faster and faster.

She inched her way closer and before I realized what she was doing, her hand came to mine, removing it and wrapping her small hand around my shaft.

“Fuck.” A loud groan vibrated through the dark bedroom and my head fell back. She started pumping, up and down. Her soft hand felt so much better than mine. My eyes closed and my breathing harshened. “That’s right, love.”

She paused her movements. Goddamn it, I wanted to touch her so bad. It clawed at my chest. Her touch was a cure that would make me even more addicted to her.

I opened my eyes and our gazes met. Need. Desire. Ache.

Everything I felt for her, reflected in her own eyes. Or maybe my mind was projecting.