The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest - Complete by Lydia Layne Page B

strong, fit and blessed with a long, thick cock that felt incredible buried inside of me.
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    “H elp is on the way, Cassie.”
    Mr. Reed’s voice broke through my feverish delirium, bringing me back to the present moment and the excruciating pain in my abdomen.
    I kind of wished he had let me stay in my dream world.
    A world where I wasn’t in pain and we were in a real relationship.
    A world where we were planning to go away for sun, skinny dipping and sex.
    Lots and lots of sex.
    The last things I remember before blacking out were three burly guys lifting my big body off the couch, strapping me onto a stretcher and loading me into an ambulance. Mr. Reed climbed in beside me and held my hand as the ambulance raced down the road with sirens screaming.
    One of the guys injected something into my arm that took the edge off my pain and made me feel like I was floating somewhere between the harshness of reality and my sexy dream world. Within the safety of my dreams, I told Mr. Reed that I loved him and he said, “I love you, too, my sweet.”
    My mind drifted again and I wondered if I would ever be brave enough to tell him for real...and, if I did, what his response would actually be.

Chapter 2
    M y ability to think woke up before the rest of me. Unable to move, speak or even open my eyes, I felt trapped inside a body that appeared to be paralyzed. The pain in my abdomen told me I wasn’t dead and I guessed that I was in the hospital.
    I could tell from the light shining against my closed lids that the room was bright, and if I concentrated really hard, I could hear voices in the background. Some familiar; one unrecognizable.
    At least my hearing still worked.
    “Her vitals are stable, so our job is to keep her comfortable while we wait,” a quiet male voice was saying. “Some studies suggest that it’s helpful to talk to loved ones when they’re in a coma. Although Cassie may not hear you in the traditional sense, the sound of your voice can be soothing.”
    I had been in a coma ?!
    “But doctor, it’s been two days. When will she wake up?” I heard my mom ask, her voice soft.
    ‘I’m awake now, mom!’ I wanted to cry. But the words wouldn’t come out.
    “It’s hard to say,” the male voice responded. “With close calls like this, it can sometimes take weeks for patients to regain consciousness. For now, it’s a waiting game. “
    Close calls like this? What had happened to me?
    The last thing I remembered was being hauled off in an ambulance and being given something wonderful to ease my pain.
    “Mr. and Mrs. James, the two of you need some rest. Since you refuse to go home, I’ve taken the liberty of reserving a room for you at the boutique hotel next door.  The room and any charges will be taken care of by my company.”
    That voice of authority belonged to Mr. Reed.
    “That’s very thoughtful. But if Cassie wakes up, I don’t want her to be alone,” my mom responded.
    “You have my word that I won’t leave her side until you or Mr. James returns,” Mr. Reed said. “And if anything changes, I’ll give you a call.”
    “It’s time for Miss James’ next dose of pain medication,” a cheery female voice interjected. I felt a slight tug on my unmovable arm followed by that wonderful floating feeling.
    “As you can see, Mr. and Mrs. James, your daughter is in very capable hands.”
    After that, I must have passed out, probably from the pain medication. The next time I woke up, I was still unable to move. The light was dimmer now and the room was quiet, although I knew Mr. Reed was in there with me.
    I could smell his cologne.
    I felt warm skin on my cool hand, and long, strong fingers lace through my shorter, stubbier ones. I wanted to squeeze the hand holding mine – Mr. Reed’s hand – but my muscles wouldn’t cooperate.
    “Please wake up, Miss James. There is much that we need to discuss.” His voice sounded tired and ragged. “Your career at Reed Technologies. The research you