The Billionaire's Secret by Ava Miles Page A

about birth control,” she said, tracing the top of his briefs, which were strained with need.
    “I have condoms,” he said, his mouth a tight line.
    “I’m on the Pill, but I’d still like—”
    “No problem,” he said as she tugged down the last barrier between them.
    He was massive and perfect and so beautiful she couldn’t help but place a kiss on the hard line of him.
    “Oh, God,” he breathed out.
    She pulled his briefs down his legs. He was so far gone, he could barely help her.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “I don’t usually tremble like this…before.”
    Her mouth curved. So he was feeling it too, this incredible power between them.
    “Tremble all you want,” she said and made him tremble even more as her mouth lowered to learn the taste of his skin.
    He groaned and shifted and jerked under her hands, from her touch, and when he couldn’t take anymore, she slid the condom on him and lowered herself over him.
    His head arched back against the pillows. “Oh, God.”
    She understood what he meant and let her body bow to take him even deeper inside her. “Oh, Evan.”
    His hands gripped her waist as she started to rise and lower over him. “Margie.”
    The urgency fanned out in her belly, and she rocked over him, her moans mixed with his groans. When he pressed his fingers to the center of her back and pulled her hard onto him, she came again in a rush. Her hands pushed against his chest as sensation thundered through her.
    She felt him shift her to her side, and then he rolled over on top of her and thrust into her body in deep, hard strokes that had her pleasure peaking again.
    “Oh, God,” he called out again as he came, bearing down on her with all his force.
    She took him further into her, pulsing in glorious waves. He lowered onto his elbows, his sweaty body melding with hers. His mouth found the side of her neck, and his rapid breath tickled her ears. She let out puffs of air, her eyes closed. Everything was golden sensation, as if she were one of her own baguettes baking in a warm oven.
    Finally he turned them onto their sides, his hand curved around her waist. She dozed off somewhere between sleep and dreams, her body still caught in an ecstasy more powerful than any she’d previously known.
    And when she finally opened her eyes, he was gazing at her with so much emotion her heart expanded like bread dough rising in a kitchen window.
    Making love with him had forever changed her.
    She loved him.
     
    ***
     
    Evan was still trembling from the most emotional, erotic experience of his life. Since Margie’s eyes had been closed for so long, he knew she was feeling it too. He’d tucked her close to his body and watched her sleep.
    When she finally opened them to gaze back at him, he couldn’t smile. His heart pulsed in deep beats of pleasure, but it felt larger than any other organ in his body, as if it had undergone some remarkable transformation.
    And it had.
    He still didn’t want to put a name to it. He might as well have discovered a new element on the Periodic Table.
    All he could do was lean forward to sup at her lips, explore their texture until she let out a quiet sigh. Snuggling closer, she put her hand on his chest, and they just lay that way.
    Neither of them said a word. It was like both of them understood no words were needed after what had happened between them. That there were no words for what had happened.
    Soon, she kissed him on the mouth and left the bed. He watched her pad naked across the bedroom to the French doors. Ballerinas would have envied the pure perfection of the muscles in her back from all her baking. He knew she wasn’t going far, so he didn’t call her back. He only ran a hand through his messy hair. She came back into the room with the plates of food he’d ordered earlier.
    He settled back against the headboard, tucking a sheet around his waist. She sat beside him and grabbed the rest of the sheet, which she fitted around