4 The Billionaire's Seduction All That He Requires by Olivia Thorne

sweetness of his lips on mine, or a change in the pressure on my clit, or his angle inside me, or just the knowledge that in that moment, he was mine, all mine –
    – but he tipped me over the edge.
    I screamed with my lips against his, then I pulled him against my shoulder, clutched at his hair madly, blindly, my eyes fluttering as I cried out. All I could see were the stars above as light and pleasure and heat burst deep inside me, filling me up, just like his cock did with every powerful stroke.
    Suddenly he groaned, too, and I could feel him burst deep within me. Instead of continuing to thrust, he pushed harder and more insistently, as though he wanted to become one with me, as though he wanted to get deeper inside me than he ever had before. I felt every glorious inch of him as he spasmed and convulsed and filled me with hot wetness, increasing my own pleasure, making me come harder, sending earthshaking tremors throughout my own body.
    Then the tremors slowly dimmed and died away. He lay there on top of me, and I could feel his shoulders and arms trembling as he breathed in my ear.
    I held him as close as I could and savored the feel of him still inside me, my eyes barely open as I came back from ecstasy and got lost in the stars above.

19
    We drove back in silence – at least at first – with Connor holding my hand.
    I just reclined in the leather seat, feeling wonderful and flushed and completely happy as I stared out the window. This time, though, I wasn’t looking at the sky; I was watching the dimly lit desert landscape as it rolled by in the starlight.
    “You know,” I said, “it’s kind of ironic that you took me out to see the future site of the largest solar energy installation in the world… in a Lamborghini.”
    He laughed. “I thought about getting a Tesla.”
    “That would have been more apropos.”
    “Yes, it would have. But there aren’t many charging stations between LA and Vegas, and the ones that exist are pretty damn slow. But… I’ll fix that.”
    “You really think you can do it?”
    “What, put in high-speed charging stations between here and Las Vegas?”
    I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
    He gave me a little half-grin. “Change the world.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Yes I do, or I wouldn’t attempt it.”
    I thought carefully about what I was going to say next, especially since it contained the ‘L’ word – but then decided the way I was going to use it was innocuous enough.
    “You know what I love?” I asked, then rushed on to avoid any awkward pauses or looks. “That you’re so passionate about this. That it means so much to you.”
    He smiled, and lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it softly. Then, as he lowered it, he gave me a pointed look.
    “It’s nice doing something you love. You should try it sometime.”
    I almost – almost – said, But I AM doing something I love. YOU.
    But no matter how playfully I was planning on saying it, I knew it was too much of a risk.
    So I just groaned instead. “I didn’t intend this to turn into career counseling.”
    “What are you going to do, though? Have you thought about it?”
    I just want to stay with you, I thought, but decided against saying that, too. Because I was afraid he might reply, But what about after?
    That was the one thing that really bothered me with Connor. Our fight on Sunday night had left the field strewn with landmines. Any talk of the future, no matter how offhand or innocent, might set one of them off.
    But I was happy, and I refused to let it bother me right now. There would be time for that later.
    So I just stepped around the landmines.
    “No, I’ve been too busy getting wined and dined and… other things.”
    He grinned. “Ever the proper lady. I think it’s ‘wined and dined and sixty-nined.’”
    “I don’t think a ‘lady’ would have done what we just did back on the hood of your car. And as for the other thing, we already did that on Saturday.”
    He laughed and shook