Read The Billionaire's Desire (A Billionaire BWWM Steamy Romance) Online
Authors: Mia Caldwell
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I
didn't answer him. Instead I climbed over him, straddling him with quivering
thighs and positioning myself right over the bulbous tip of his cock. When he
felt what I was doing, he flung his arm away and gasped at me. Then I lowered
myself down, riding him slowly.
He
shuddered underneath me, and his hips seemed to move by themselves.
I rode the little waves of sensation,
and then I felt the irresistible urge to move on my own. Slowly at first, then
faster. Emotion played over his face even as his cock still moved inside of me.
Then his lips crashed into mine again and we were fucking for real.
Our bodies moved in sync as we thrust
and swirled, plunged and whirled, all the while our hot mouths mingling as if
they were fused together. Zach cradled me in his strong arms, moving me up and
down his cock, holding me as I rode him harder and higher, the deep, unfamiliar
pleasure flowing through me, crashing and building until I gave a shuddering
cry and clutched him close.
He
rolled over, pushing me underneath him and began thrusting into me harder and
higher, his face a mask of contorted pleasure.
I clung to him for dear life, letting
him take me because I was his already.
I
had been since the moment I met him.
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“What
is this?”
I
didn’t know how long I’d been asleep, but hearing the sound of
Kia
’s voice shot me straight out of my slumber. Gone
was the happy sounds
of the evening. This was an angry Kia…
A vengeful Kia…
I
opened my eyes, sitting up at the edge of the bed and looking across the room
toward the sound of her voice. She was standing amidst my small private work
space. There wasn’t much to it… Bolts of cloth, thread, and a small sewing
machine I had used to stich together my earliest prototypes. When I was in the
city, this was my refuge. Nobody ever had the audacity to step into that little
corner of my life and knock things around.
Kia was
the exception. She stood there with partially finished work scattered around
her in a circular fashion, her eyes sweeping across the table and the floor,
then up to me with a flash of confusion and sadness.
“You
did this… You took it all… You stole from me…” Kia said, reaching down and
lifting a little yellow dress from the floor.
I was frozen speechless as she stared at
the carefully hand sewn cuts of expensive cloth. “I designed this three years
ago… This was in my notebook…”
She
reached to her side and grabbed a cardigan, letting the dress fall to the
floor. “This was modeled after something my mother used to wear.”
Her
voice seemed to rise in pitch as she lifted a pair of heels from the table with
a vintage pattern of sequins carefully pinned across the strap.
“How
could you?”
My lips
began to move of their own volition. How could I even begin to explain? What in
the world had I been thinking?
“I
couldn’t stop, Kia. When you left, I locked myself away. I was depressed and
lost and couldn’t get you out of my mind. I knew every stitch in your dresses,
every darted elbow, every invisible hem. Every time I sat down to design
something new, I found myself incorporating a little piece of you…” I said,
trying desperately to calm her.
“I
don’t know what to say,” Kia breathed. “You never asked me for permission.”
“I
don’t want your permission, Kia,” I said firmly, standing up and crossing the
gap between us. She was so strong yet so vulnerable, her beautiful skin
shimmering. There wasn’t a bolt of cloth between us. For a moment, we were as
the first… A man and a woman, in the flesh.
“I want
a partner. I want a wife. I want someone to share every part of my life with.
We can turn this company around together. Your work is untapped genius, and
with me…”
“Is
that what I am to you Zach? After everything that just happened? You don’t want
me. You want my designs,” she said, her eyes blinking as tears began to cascade
down her face.
“No,” I
whispered back, my hand stroking across her cheek and wiping a tear away. “Look
at me,” I commanded, drawing her chin up until our eyes locked. “I’ll give it
all up. The company, the designing. We can run away from all of this and never
look back, and I’ll be happy so long as I have you. It was never about the
designs or the money Kia.”
“You
would give it all up?” Kia asked quietly, her voice shaking.
“Your
work is as breathtaking as you are, Kia. I’d rather you help me finish it. This
isn’t about money. It’s about sharing your genius with the world. You deserve
that… I want you, Kia… As the mother of my child and the woman I’m going to
marry I want you more than the air I breathe. And I need you. We can save this
company, and I want you standing by my side when we do it.”
I
stopped for a moment, my breath caught in my throat. Every second of the time
she had been out of my life was agony, and I was replaying that agony in my
mind as she cried. It was only in the depths of my despair that I caught the
edge of her lips curling upward across her face.
“I
believe you,” she said, her smile growing.
“I love
you Kia,” I said back, my lips crashing into hers. I pulled free long enough to
grasp at a piece of white lace left cut short at the edge of the table. Lifting
it up I pulled her hand down against my own and tied a little bow around her
ring finger. The diamond could come later, but in this moment, I made her mine.
We made love right there on the floor, surrounded by the past and the future.
Nothing could have been more perfect.
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When the pain was finally over, my head fell back on the pillow
and I listened to my new daughter's cries.
Zach pressed his lips to my forehead. "You did it," he
murmured, smoothing my hair back from my sweaty forehead.
"I can't believe I did it," I sighed.
"I can," Zach laughed. "From the moment you told
me you would be having her drug-free, I had no doubt you would do it. You
worked for it. And you did it."
I smiled tiredly. The nurse came over with my tiny, perfect
little squalling daughter wrapped in the hospital's striped blankets. "Hi
Tanya," I whispered, tracing her downy little cheek.
She screwed up her face and rooted at my finger.
"Wow, you look like your namesake," I exhaled, staring
at her annoyed little face.
"She really does," Zach looked over my shoulder at his
daughter. "From all the pictures you've showed me of your mother, she was
always wearing this exact expression."
Tanya squawked and I couldn't help but laugh. "You want to
hold her?"
"Of course I want to hold my little girl. Hey there,
princess," Zach cooed as he lifted the tiny little bundle into his arms.
I watched my man settle into the chair. His hair had gotten
really long, curling over his ears in a riotous tumble. There were bags under
his eyes and his stubble was dark and heavy, but in that moment, as he held our
daughter in his strong arms, he had never looked better to me.
The buzzing of my phone pierced my reverie. The new plus sized
line we’d designed was being launched tomorrow. I blearily reached for it.
And felt a hand close over mine.
Zach stood over me with a smile. With a slight shake of his
head, he slid the phone away from my hand, and then settled Tanya back into my
arms.
He didn't have to say anything. I understood. Work could wait.
The three of us...that was what was most important now.
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