Page 6 of Unstoppable Billionaire

Instead of resting her head on the pillow, she positions my arm so she can lay her head on my bicep.Then drapes my other arm over her and says softly, "I love this position."

"It's nice," I agree as I stroke her arm, enjoying having her next to me.Her softness is relaxing, and her scent calms me.

She sleepily whispers, "Tomorrow, you can fuck me like this."

"Affirmative."I agree.

Then she sighs and says so softly I barely hear her."I don't ever want to sleep alone again."

"Okay," I whisper back, but she's already asleep.

When I wake, I twirl a lock of her hair."Time to wake up, Angel Thang.I'm starving.What's for breakfast?"

She rolls over and puckers up.I kiss her lips, and she nuzzles closer."There's fruit and yogurt in the fridge."

I peck her lips again, then push her away and slide off the bed."I worked up an appetite too big for a snack."

I walk into the bathroom and relieve myself.When I come back out, I find her stretching.Damn, she's flexible!I lean against the doorframe to enjoy the show.

She smiles right before she touches her face to her knees."I can't cook.Just so you know."

"What?A southern girl who doesn't cook?Not even grits and eggs?"

"That's right.Not even grits and eggs."She kisses her foot with a loud smack, and I chuckle.

"That's okay.As long as I get to watch this routine every morning, I'll cook for you."

She crawls to the edge of the bed.Putting her palms on the floor, she drags her legs off, lifting them into a handstand, balances herself, then walks to the wall where she does five handstand pushups, lifts one hand off the floor, balances herself again, then dips down one hand.As she manages to push her body weight back up, I marvel at her strength.Hell, I don't know if I can do that.

Then she drops her feet, bounces up, and pumps the air, excited she did it.

She hops over, throws her arms around my neck, and bounces up to plant a wet kiss on my lips, and I tell her the truth."Damn!That was amazing!I love how strong you are."

She giggles as our noses nuzzle."Welcome to my world!"

I unlatch her arms and gently push her away as I say, "Ham and cheese omelets at my place."Then I bend over to get the white towel I came over in and wrap it around my waist."Get dressed.You can help."

Her phone rings, and we stare at it.

"Who's calling you?"I ask, frowning.

"It's the office.Probably Lucy is calling to reschedule my appointment with Mrs.Smith."

"Well, tell her you are spending the day with a needy friend, and you'll be unavailable."

She laughs, walking over to the nightstand to answer."Needy?I wouldn't call you needy."

I whip the towel off, take both ends, and twirl it into a tight spiral.She stops to stare, so I warn her first."Don't answer it.Lucy can leave a message."Then I fire a warning shot, flicking one end of it at her, missing on purpose.The tip cracks like a whip, and she squeals, diving onto the bed.Crawling out of reach, she turns to face me, postured to make her escape from the towel.Her boobs are hanging down, swinging gently, playing tag, and I smirk at her."Oh, I'm going to be needy again later today."

The voicemail tone dings, so I cinch the towel around my waist, not wanting to stare too long at her gorgeous tits, or else I'm going to pin her down and shove my cock between them like I've been dreaming about doing since the first time I saw her.

I grab my phone and tell her as I head for the door."Wear blue jeans, and if you have some, cowboy boots."

Her smile is radiant beauty.Her words are sassy."I might not cook, but you can bet your sweet ass, this Alabama girl has a pair of cowboy boots.Where are we going?"

I open the door, laughing."To the farm."

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