Page 55 of The Morally Grey Billionaires Boxset

Liam

She thrusts down so my throbbing dick is surrounded by her wet, pulsing warmth.

A part of me knows she’s distracting me—likely, so I don’t march out of this bath right now and find the bastard who dared hurt her with his words.

"I know what you’re doing, and I’m going to let you go through with it. For now."

"Oh?" She grips my shoulders, then rises until my cock is balanced at the rim of her opening.

A shudder runs up my body. My chest planes flex.

"You were saying?" She smirks. My woman smirks at me, and it’s so fucking hot. Her being confident and strong and owning her power is more addictive than the world’s finest whiskeys.

"That I’ll let you take the lead this once, but be prepared for payback, baby."

She pushes down, and once more, that tight, melting hole of her encapsulates the column of my cock. A groan rips up my throat. I tighten my hold on her hips and hold her immobile. So, of course, she flexes her inner muscles, and fuck me I almost come right then.

"Isla," I growl.

She chuckles. "You were saying?"

"That I’m going to spank you for your impudence."

Her pupils dilate. "I can’t wait."

I release my grip on her, only to slide my hand down to circle her clit.

She gasps and clamps down harder, and the pressure at the base of my spine multiplies.

Sweat beads my forehead, and it’s not only from the steam.

The heat of our bodies twines together and swirls about us.

I drag my fingers through the soft hair between her thighs.

"So this is why you prefer to be au natural? "

"Yes," she gasps and writhes on my cock. "My type of alopecia is not universal, which is lucky... If I can call it that. It’s restricted to the hair on my head, which I’m grateful for."

"What caused it, do you know?"

She raises a shoulder. “It’s an autoimmune condition which is sometimes genetic, but no one else in my extended family seems to suffer from it.

” She raises a shoulder. “Likely, it’s a genetic predisposition that was triggered due to hormonal changes in my body, or maybe stress.

I tried a few treatments, but nothing seemed to work.

I decided to opt for a more holistic lifestyle to cope with it. ”

“Is that why you turned vegan?”

She nods. “I wasn’t a meat lover to begin with, and turning vegan made me feel more comfortable in my own skin.”

"How did it start?" I continue to strum her pussy lips and she shudders.

"I first lost the hair on my head five years ago. It began coming out in clumps, then would grow back, and fall off again."

She swallows, and I run soothing circles over her back. Her muscles relax further.

"I didn’t lose the hair on the other parts of my body though, which was a relief.

There are so many out there who suffer from more acute forms of this condition, where they lose all of their body hair.

It felt wrong to shave the hair on my body after that.

Still, I wanted to look good for myself, so I continued to remove the hair on my underarms, and legs.

When it came to shaving my pubic hair, though…

I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to make a statement to myself by keeping it.

It made me feel like I was defying my condition by not touching it.

Also, it felt wrong to remove it when I’d been so desperate to keep the hair on my head. I—"

She gasps as I pluck on the nub of her clit. Her entire body jerks. "Liam," she moans. "That feels so good."

"You were saying?" I smirk.

She tries to look angry but spoils it with another gasp when I slide my fingers between her butt cheeks and finger the puckered bud there.

"That is so filthy. It shouldn’t feel good—"

"But it does," I say with satisfaction.

"It does. And when you fill me up from both the front and the back, the sensation is too much."

I slide my finger past the ring of her sphincter, and her entire body jolts.

"Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod."

I laugh, then shove another finger inside her back channel.

"Liam!" she yells, then gasps loudly. I let her adjust to the intrusion as quivers tremble down her spine.

"What were you saying before I interrupted you earlier?" I chuckle.

"That you’re an asshole."

"Whose fingers are in your arsehole."

She laughs, and that makes her clamp down on both my dick and my fingers. I gasp, and so does she. "You’re filling me, Liam. You’re stretching me. You’re so deep inside me, it feels like you’re consuming me."

"Good. I’m going to make it my life’s ambition to fuck you every opportunity I get. That way, you’ll be so high on endorphins, you won’t have the chance to get stressed again." I piston my hips up and into her with such force that water spills over the side of the tub.

She moans loudly, and the sound goes straight to my head.

"Baby?"

"Hmm?"

"Hold onto me."

Her eyelids flicker, but she digs her fingertips deeper into my skin. The sensations ricochet down my spine, straight to my cock, and my shaft thickens even more.

"Eyes on me," I order.

She fixes those blue eyes, heavy with lust, on me, and I thrust up and into her again and again.

I curl my fingers inside her as I power up into her.

I feel the moisture bathe my cock, see her open her mouth, sense the climax sweeping up her spine, and then she shatters.

I hold her gaze and follow her over the edge.

I empty myself inside her with such power, it feels like my life force is melding with hers.

I stay still as the aftershocks ripple through both of us.

Then she slumps against me. I fold her in my arms, the beating of her heart as frantic as mine, in tandem with mine. My woman. My LadyBird. My wife. Mine.

Later, after we’ve dried off and made love again, this time on our bed, I slip on a bathrobe, slide her arms through another, then carry her down to the kitchen, where I heat the spicy veggie pie Malory has left to warm in the oven.

Seated across from her at one of the stools at the island, I feed her a mouthful, then hold up a glass of wine so she can take a sip from it.

"I can eat and drink on my own," she laughs.

"Indulge me." I feed her another mouthful.

"Only if I can feed you." She holds up a forkful, and I draw it into my mouth.

When we’ve both eaten, I carry her into the study.

I build the fire and make sure she’s comfortable and settled with another glass of wine.

I leave, returning shortly with her Kindle and phone.

I hand them both to her, sit down on the sofa, and pull her against me before settling a blanket over her legs.

"Are you warm enough?"

She nods and snuggles in. "Thanks for bringing me my Kindle."

"Now, you can read more of your smutty books." I smirk.

She flutters her eyelashes at me. "And who’s the recipient of all the techniques I learn from the books?"

"I’m not complaining, at all." I cup her cheek. “You should know, I donated my hair to a charity that makes wigs for women with alopecia. I’ll also be contributing twenty-five percent of my company’s monthly profits to funding research for this condition.”

Her chin wobbles. “Liam, I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything.” I kiss her again before I pull back and pick up her phone. I switch to the camera and hold it up in selfie mode so we’re both framed on screen. "There’s one thing you can do though; I think you should share another video post."

A line forms between her eyebrows. "Now?"

"It has to be now."

"But this feels too intimate," she protests.

"Nothing you post will take away from what we have, baby."

She searches my features. "I don’t want to share us with the world," she finally admits.

"But you need to—for yourself and for others like you.

You can inspire so many more women and men out there by showing this condition is not the end of the world.

You can continue to live a full, happy life on your own terms, without having to be defensive.

Just by being yourself, you can give hope to so many others. "

She sits up, places her Kindle on the coffee table, then slides back into the circle of my arms. "Are you always going to read my thoughts before I’ve even had a chance of forming them in my mind?"

"Always."

She chuckles. "So confident."

"As are you."

She searches my features, then nods. "You’re right, I need to do this, but it’s the last post I’m going to share about us. This, what we have, is too personal, but I know by sharing us, it sends out a sign that nothing changes when you decide to live with this condition."

I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head. "I love you."

"I love you."