Page 9 of Secret Revenge

“Please,” Emily’s voice was ragged. “I need you, Travis.” My body tensed as I looked at her, confirming if those words meant what I needed them to mean. I pounded into her, watching asher eyes rolled behind her lids and her mouth stretched open, letting out a soundless moan.

I moved faster and harder, chasing my orgasm as I watched her advance towards hers. I flicked my hips in a circular motion, pleased when she screamed. Her body relaxed in my arms as she came.

Such a change from your earlier composure.

I quickened my pace, my movement erratic, my breath quickening. Finally I reached my own pinnacle, barely pulling out in time.

I rolled off of her, my hand on my head as I tried to come down from my high. My head was buzzing in the best possible way.

I turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly tilted and her chest heaving. All night I had thought of how beautiful she was in her red gown, unable to get the combined effect of her long legs and her sharp eyes out of my head.

Then she had listened as I poured my heart out the way I never did with strangers. Now here she was, the remains of her dress clinging to her, her hair all over the place and looking more beautiful than she had all evening.

Maybe it was the fact that she tried to keep her distance from me, instead of jumping all over me like most women did. Maybe it was the fact that she actually seemed to care more about my impact on the world than about my money. Maybe it was her admittedly foolhardy courage, putting herself in harm’s way by going to Calypso.

Whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her to stay here forever.

“Can I please get some water?” she croaked, sounding just as spent as I was.

“Of course.”

I sighed contentedly as I got up from the bed, my body exhausted from the exertion and relaxed from the sweetness of the release I felt. I walked into the kitchen, still in the nude, to get a glass of water. One for myself and another for her. I walked back with the glasses in hand and returned to the bedroom.

She sat up when she saw me approach and stretched out her hand for the glass. I was unable to stop the smile that graced my lips when she drank the water greedily, taking her thirst as commentary on the intensity of the workout I’d given her.

I supposed I was a little rough with her. She had seemed to like it though.

All through the night I’d been fantasizing about her in the back of my mind, and by the time our dinner was over, I was so tightly wound that it had been a relief when she suggested coming up with me.

She reached over to the table at the side of the bed and dropped the empty glass before fixing those beautiful eyes on me.

“Do you do this often?” she asked, an edge in her voice.

I looked at her in confusion.Did she have to ruin the moment like that?

“I mean, do you have random one-night stands often?” she asked again, mistaking my silence for lack of understanding.

I stared at her silently for a while before shaking my head. This was not something I did often. Few women could keep my attention these days, but I had a feeling she might not believe that if I told her. She certainly had plenty of preconceptions about billionaires.

“No,” I said. “I don’t make a habit of having one-night stands. Especially because of who I am. It would be dangerous for me to live like that. Potential abduction for ransom, murder for corporate espionage, blackmail for my money. I have to be careful who I trust.”

She appeared unmoved by my implied compliment. She squinted at the ceiling, nodding thoughtfully.

“You’re right. That is something to consider for someone with your position. One minute you’re having a one-night stand and then you’re drugged or being sued for child support.”

“You seem trustworthy,” I said, then wondered why I was so determined that she know that. She hadn’t given me any particular reason to want her to understand that I…

Liked her? What an odd feeling.

Yes, that was a risk many had taken in the past and they had ended up burned. It had never sat well with me to have a child out there, whose mom I had not felt anything for other than a physical connection. The risk of being told a child was mine, only to find out that was a financially motivated lie, was even worse.

I wanted a family when I was ready to have one, with a woman I had chosen to be with, but that was an issue for another day. At least the journalist before me seemed too focused on her career to allow herself to be held back by pregnancy and a baby.

“You know, I’ve had a lot of people come to me simply because they want money. People who have tried to use me in one way or another. I’ve learned to look out for people like that, so I know better than to let myself to fall into the hands of a woman who would lie or blackmail me for money.”

“Well, you certainly weren’t careful today,” she grinned.

I swept my gaze up and down her naked body, feeling my hardness begin to stir again. She really was beautiful, in an extraordinary way. It wasn’t just her body. It washer.