Billionaire Wedding: Brooklyn's Baby (Interracial Billionaire Wedding Romance) ( Contemporary Taboo Alpha Male Wedding Romance) by Michele Reed

along with the creaking bed until he at last released a stuttering groan and collapsed on top of her.
    When the lovemaking at last subsided, the two of them remained wrapped in a bundle of sweat-soaked sheets, hardly able to catch their breaths from the new and exciting encounter. His head landed next to hers on the pillow and she could feel his heavy breathing against her neck. “My God,” he spluttered, sliding one arm under her head and another he wrapped around her waist to pull her close again. “You really are all woman, aren’t you?”
    Evidently he was not done with her. One arm, the one not rested under her head, slid down her stomach until his hand reached her womb and he once again worked to get her to a heightened pleasure. Not only was he a sensual lover, but a generous one it seemed. Mercedes felt her body tense up as she grabbed onto the sheet and reared her head back slightly, her eyes closed. He seemed to get a thrill out of his ability to make her moan, so he worked to ensure her pleasure before his. She felt his heavy breath around her breasts as he kissed her and continued rubbing her until she screamed his name.
    They heard a banging coming from the apartment next door followed by someone shouting, “Shut up! It’s late!”
                  Mercedes and Kerry looked at one another and began to laugh hysterically, hardly able to contain themselves after all of the wine they had consumed. Slowly they drifted off to sleep next to one another, Kerry’s arms wrapped tightly around her and their clothes scattered around the room.
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                  Mercedes stirred slightly, awakening to the sound of her alarm clock early in the morning. She turned her head slightly and spotted Kerry fast asleep with his head inches away from her own. Stupid , she told herself. In that moment she felt as though this was the single most foolish decision she had ever made. She started to sit up, but as she rose up Kerry awakened and reached out to her- attempting to pull at her arm to get to lie back down beside him. “Morning,” his voice purred, clearly very pleased with where he was waking up that morning; she was not so pleased, in fact, she was furious with herself. She felt slightly used assuming he did this sort of thing all the time with his female employees. But she could not be so certain. She felt disgusted with herself, it was just as bad as if she had slept with Edgar from the bar.
                  “You should go,” she said instantly, her voice incredibly cold as she covered herself with the sheets.
                  He sat up and rubbed his eyes, that same ridiculous grin still present on his face. Why is this guy always smiling? she wondered angrily. Kerry seemed to think that she was joking. He suddenly hugged her from behind and attempted to rest his head on her bare shoulder. She shrugged him off. “Is everything all right?” he asked and he stroked her arm.
                  “No, it really isn’t.” her voice practically snarled. She yanked her arm away so he would stop touching her.
                  “Mercedes?” his voice beckoned and he tried to embrace her again. He sounded hurt, but she felt sure that this was some sort of act to entice her back into bed some other time.
                  “Don’t touch me,” she warned and stood up, pulling the sheets along with her so as to keep herself covered.
                  “Did… did I do something?” he asked, now embarrassingly trying to cover himself up with her pillows. He sat up in her bed, a pillow in his lap as he stared at her with a look of absolute confusion.
                  Mercedes started towards her bathroom. “No, I did. Just get dressed and go.” She closed the bathroom door behind her; she wanted to scream out in frustration. She sat down on top of her toilet and waited and listened for him to leave, her bedsheets