What Matters Most: The Billionaire Bargains, Book 2 by Erin Nicholas Page B
Authors: Erin Nicholas
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look.”
“Do you now?” he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped the boxers.
She sucked in a breath and then licked her lips.
His cock strained toward her.
“I like that a lot more,” she said sincerely.
“That works out nicely.” He stepped between her knees, rolling the condom on.
She looked absolutely delicious and he couldn’t wait another minute.
He leaned over, slid his hands under her ass, tilted her pelvis and slid home.
The heat and friction were perfect. Her moan was perfect. The tight grip of her pussy around him was perfect.
How in the hell had he forgotten this?
He had the rest of his life to make love to this woman. He would have thousands of memories. But he had a feeling he would always miss not having last night.
“Reese, my God, you feel amazing.” He pulled out and thrust again and it was like heaven.
“Ditto.” She tried to catch her breath. It didn’t work. “Oh my God, ditto.”
He couldn’t help his smug grin. Fortunately, her eyes were shut so she didn’t notice. He stroked in and out, absorbing the feel of every single hot sweet inch of her and cataloguing everything from the way her neck arched to the exact color of the skin on her inner thigh.
He wanted to know how the skin on the back of her knee tasted and what sound she made when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton. He wanted to memorize the various shades of mahogany and chestnut and chocolate in her hair. He wanted to know what her favorite book was and if she liked baseball and if she preferred salty or sweet snacks.
And all of this occurred to him while he was fucking her.
That was most definitely a first.
He picked up the pace, unable to do anything but follow his body’s reaction to hers. He was more turned on than he could remember being in the recent—or not so recent—past. It was the combination of how gorgeous she was spread out on the bed, her hair wild around her head, her body open and offered up to him, and the anticipation he felt knowing there was so much more to come. Days, weeks, years of touching her, pleasuring her, learning her.
There was chocolate syrup and whipped cream in their future. There were a hundred other positions in their future. There was more dirty talk and toys and…holding hands and kissing under the mistletoe and surprise birthday parties and lazy Sunday mornings.
How his brain jumped from dirty talk and dildos to all of those sweet, couple-type activities that he didn’t know a damned thing about, he wasn’t sure. What shocked him even more was how hot it made him.
Tony thrust deep, wanting to be as close to Reese as he could be. She gasped and tightened around him.
He wanted her to come. Hard. For him. He reached up and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stroking deep and firm as he rolled the hard tip.
He felt the response around him. “Come on, Reese, let go. Let me feel your sweet pussy clamping down. Suck me in, sweetheart.”
She did. Her muscles tightened and pulled him deep, her body shuddering as he pumped in and out, the friction building.
“I want to hear you, Reese. What do you need?”
“You. Harder. Faster.”
“That’s my girl.”
He took her hips in his hands, holding her firmly to take his thrusts. He felt his climax building and wanted her with him.
“Reese, sweetheart—”
And then he got to hear the sound of his wife coming. The little pants grew to soft cries that built to a loud gasp and then…his name.
“ Tony.”
His wife.
That thought was enough to send him over the edge right behind her. He drove deep and his entire body seemed to rush into hers, combining them, making them one.
And Tony suddenly understood every love song he’d ever heard.
And if that wasn’t the damnedest thing he’d ever thought, he didn’t know what was.
Chapter Five
Tony slumped onto the bed beside Reese and they scooted up so their lower halves weren’t hanging off the end of the mattress.
He wrapped an arm around her
“Do you now?” he shrugged out of the shirt and dropped the boxers.
She sucked in a breath and then licked her lips.
His cock strained toward her.
“I like that a lot more,” she said sincerely.
“That works out nicely.” He stepped between her knees, rolling the condom on.
She looked absolutely delicious and he couldn’t wait another minute.
He leaned over, slid his hands under her ass, tilted her pelvis and slid home.
The heat and friction were perfect. Her moan was perfect. The tight grip of her pussy around him was perfect.
How in the hell had he forgotten this?
He had the rest of his life to make love to this woman. He would have thousands of memories. But he had a feeling he would always miss not having last night.
“Reese, my God, you feel amazing.” He pulled out and thrust again and it was like heaven.
“Ditto.” She tried to catch her breath. It didn’t work. “Oh my God, ditto.”
He couldn’t help his smug grin. Fortunately, her eyes were shut so she didn’t notice. He stroked in and out, absorbing the feel of every single hot sweet inch of her and cataloguing everything from the way her neck arched to the exact color of the skin on her inner thigh.
He wanted to know how the skin on the back of her knee tasted and what sound she made when he swirled his tongue into her bellybutton. He wanted to memorize the various shades of mahogany and chestnut and chocolate in her hair. He wanted to know what her favorite book was and if she liked baseball and if she preferred salty or sweet snacks.
And all of this occurred to him while he was fucking her.
That was most definitely a first.
He picked up the pace, unable to do anything but follow his body’s reaction to hers. He was more turned on than he could remember being in the recent—or not so recent—past. It was the combination of how gorgeous she was spread out on the bed, her hair wild around her head, her body open and offered up to him, and the anticipation he felt knowing there was so much more to come. Days, weeks, years of touching her, pleasuring her, learning her.
There was chocolate syrup and whipped cream in their future. There were a hundred other positions in their future. There was more dirty talk and toys and…holding hands and kissing under the mistletoe and surprise birthday parties and lazy Sunday mornings.
How his brain jumped from dirty talk and dildos to all of those sweet, couple-type activities that he didn’t know a damned thing about, he wasn’t sure. What shocked him even more was how hot it made him.
Tony thrust deep, wanting to be as close to Reese as he could be. She gasped and tightened around him.
He wanted her to come. Hard. For him. He reached up and took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, stroking deep and firm as he rolled the hard tip.
He felt the response around him. “Come on, Reese, let go. Let me feel your sweet pussy clamping down. Suck me in, sweetheart.”
She did. Her muscles tightened and pulled him deep, her body shuddering as he pumped in and out, the friction building.
“I want to hear you, Reese. What do you need?”
“You. Harder. Faster.”
“That’s my girl.”
He took her hips in his hands, holding her firmly to take his thrusts. He felt his climax building and wanted her with him.
“Reese, sweetheart—”
And then he got to hear the sound of his wife coming. The little pants grew to soft cries that built to a loud gasp and then…his name.
“ Tony.”
His wife.
That thought was enough to send him over the edge right behind her. He drove deep and his entire body seemed to rush into hers, combining them, making them one.
And Tony suddenly understood every love song he’d ever heard.
And if that wasn’t the damnedest thing he’d ever thought, he didn’t know what was.
Chapter Five
Tony slumped onto the bed beside Reese and they scooted up so their lower halves weren’t hanging off the end of the mattress.
He wrapped an arm around her
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