Page 219 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Declan

I stare at her sleeping features and can’t stop the smile from curling my face. This woman… She’s unique. She’s exquisite. There’s no one like her around. No one who can tie me up in knots and make me feel out of sorts, and at the same time, make me laugh.

She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and I was unable to resist. I've had Hollywood’s most beautiful actresses throwing themselves at me, and none of them turned me on the way a come-hither look from my very own siren does.

And I didn’t take her arse after all. I kissed her senseless, then carried her into my room.

I placed her on the bed, then proceeded to make love to her.

.. missionary style. I told her I don’t indulge in vanilla sex, but clearly, I lied.

I looked into her eyes as I buried myself inside her and proceeded to slowly, torturously sink my dick, inch by inch, inside her tight, very-recently-virgin cunt, over and over again. At least I wrapped my cock.

I was tempted not to. I wanted to feel her with no barriers between us.

Just the fact I even thought of that shook me.

I managed to don the condom before impaling her in one smooth move.

The force of my penetration made her entire body jolt.

She gasped, then wound her arms and legs around me and held on.

Tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes, and I slowed my movements further. I allowed the tension to build in my balls and reveled in the melting walls of her pussy as she clamped around me, as I lifted her hips and tilted my pelvis so I could hit that secret spot deep inside of her.

Once-twice-thrice. She gasped for air, her pupils dilated, and she dug her heels into my back and buried her fingernails in my shoulder-blades.

Color rushed up her chest, her cheeks; her entire body jerked.

She fluttered around my shaft, and I knew she was so very close.

That’s when I thrust into her one last time and ordered her to come with me.

And she did. She opened her mouth and screamed as the orgasm tore through her.

I pressed my lips to hers, shared her breath, and absorbed the sounds she made as she climaxed.

Then I pushed my knees into the bed and rammed into her, stuffed my dick into her cunt one last time, and emptied myself into her.

The entire time, I held her gaze and it was the most intimate experience I’ve ever had.

Sweat poured down my temples and my shoulders.

The heat from our bodies wrapped us in a cocoon of lust, of need, of everything I've ever wanted from a woman and didn't even know it.

She moaned as she came down from her high. Her body twitched one last time, then her eyelids fluttered down and she slipped into slumber.

I pulled back enough to watch her sleep, my cock still nestled inside her.

I stayed there until my cock began to recover.

Then, changing the condom for a fresh one, I proceeded to fuck her slowly without waking her.

She orgasmed in her sleep with little sighs and moans that made me instantly come inside her.

Then I pulled out, cleaned myself up, then her, and held her until the sun's rays slid into the room.

Now, I push away from the bed. Taking care not to wake her, I dress, pack a bag, and force myself to leave the room without a last look at her. Having texted Rick earlier, I now meet him outside the house at my car.

"You sure you want to leave?" Do I detect a hint of censure in his voice?

"What do you mean?" I slide into the driver’s seat, then slap the button on the visor to raise the garage door.

"You’re not taking her with you?"

I raise a shoulder. "She’s a big girl."

"She’s new to this city; she doesn’t know anyone."

"She has her manager—"

"And we all know how trustworthy that breed is. He may protect her career interests, but he’ll do it to the detriment of her personal life."

"She wanted this career. She needs to learn to navigate the waters."

I try to shut my door, but he grips the top and refuses to let go.

"The fuck?" I glower up at him.

"She’s still young; she could do with a helping hand."

"That’s why I’ve deputized you to stay here as her bodyguard."

"She doesn’t need a bodyguard; she needs a—"

"A—?"

"A friend."

"I’m not a friend." I rotate my shoulders. "I don’t have her best interests at heart."

"That’s why you bought out a chain of bookshops, so she could buy her books in peace? Then paid upfront for controlling interest in a restaurant so you could take her to dinner without any eyes on the two of you?"

I narrow my gaze. "James Hamilton is a friend. His restaurant is solid. It’s a good investment.”

"You did it for her, and you know it."

"If that’s how you choose to interpret it, I can’t stop you."

He glares at me. "You’re being an ornery douche-wipe. Also, you’re running scared."

Now, he's really starting to piss me off. "Me? Running scared? You must be mistaken."

"So, that’s not why you’re creeping away at"—he checks his watch and raises one eyebrow—"at 6 a.m.?"

"I always planned to leave early in the morning. Which reminds me, it's getting late."

He scrutinizes my features. "You’ve made up your mind?"

I set my jaw.

"You’re going to lose her, and only then, will you realize the mistake you’ve made by leaving her. By then, it might be too late."

I straighten and look ahead through the windshield. "You can’t lose what you never had."