The Broken One (Corisi Billionaires, #1)(52)

His mouth was rough on my breasts.

His grip fierce on my ass.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and begged him not to stop. God, don’t stop.

We rolled again and again until finally I wanted the release that was beginning to lick through me once more. “I’m going to come,” I exclaimed.

He increased the speed of his thrusts and came as damn near close to when I did as humanly possible. We swore in unison; then our ragged breathing was the only sound in the foyer of the mansion.

For a blissful few minutes, neither of us moved. Still connected, we simply held each other. Finally he gently pulled out, lowered me to my feet, and said, “So how do you like the foyer?”

Without looking around I answered, “Very nice. Impressive. Is the rest of the house like this?”

He laughed.

I laughed.

And suddenly I wasn’t embarrassed that I’d brought a hundred condoms to our second date.





CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX



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SEBASTIAN

Just when I thought I was too old to have my world rocked by a woman, Heather took sex to the next level. I realized as I stood there grinning that no matter where things went with this woman—I would never be the same.

I collected myself enough to clean off, put my junk away, and pick up the table one of us had thrown onto its side.

She picked her clothing off the floor and held it in front of her. My personal preference would have been that she never put her shirt on again; her tits were too damn perfect to cover up. A hint of shyness, however, after what we’d just done was endearing.

This wasn’t the last time we’d be together. With that certainty in mind, I helped her back into her bra and shirt. At twenty I didn’t understand that dressing a woman could be as intimate as undressing her. At thirty-eight, I found pleasure in so much more than just getting my rocks off.

I picked up her purse, tucking the open box of condoms back into it. “You’re a woman who believes in being prepared.”

She accepted her purse with a blush and a smile. “I am a closet prepper, but they were a gift from my friend. I don’t want you to think . . .”

I dug my hand into the back of her hair and pulled her to me for a deep kiss. “What I think is that we now have enough to stash some all over this house. I don’t usually have a problem making it to the bed, but I can see with you I’m going to have to step up my game.”

She smiled against my lips. “Yeah. I’m a wild one.”

The wry note in the way she said it made me wonder how she saw herself. Was it possible that she didn’t know how sexy she was? Did she believe sex was always like this for me?

No man would correct that assumption, but, honestly, it had been a long time since sex had shaken me. It could be good, even very good without being mind-blowing. My enjoyment of everything had waned after Therese, and somewhere along the way I guess I had begun to expect less.

Heather said she saw herself in me—her struggles reflected in my own. I didn’t know how to begin to explain to her how much her words had touched me. She was right; she didn’t need to be saved. She was a strong, independent woman with a loving heart.

How could she not see how sexy that was?

Just then, it struck me that we were still standing in the entrance of the home. “Before we go, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Her mouth rounded. “Oh?”

“This isn’t my house.”

Her eyes widened. “Whose house is this? Tell me no one else is here.”

I chuckled. “We’re alone. And technically, I guess, the house belongs to me. Romano Superstores acquired it as part of a buyout. The family needed cash, and it’s a twenty-million-dollar home, so we gave them half of that and took it. What we didn’t know at the time was how much money the family had poured into personalizing the home. Once you see the inside, you’ll understand how they lost their business. Not only did they waste a fortune renovating this home, but they did it in an unmarketable fashion.”

Interest sparked in Heather’s eyes. “You’ve piqued my curiosity.”

My heart thudded heavily in my chest. She’d piqued more than that in me. “Up for a tour, then?” I offered her my arm.

She looped her arm through it. “Absolutely.”

I wiggled an eyebrow at her. “Bring your purse.”

She rolled her eyes, but her blush was telltale.

Just inside the second door, the house opened up to a large white marble two-story room that was dominated by a spiral staircase that wrapped around a glass elevator.

“An elevator,” she exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted to have sex in one of those. I mean, the books make it sound incredible.”

My cock was back at full mast, and we’d hardly made it into the house. “I’ll have to remember that.” Then a thought came to me, a fun, lighthearted one that I shared. “Hey, we should stash a condom in there. For future use.”

“Like hiding Easter eggs but more fun.”

“Definitely more fun.”

Laughing, we stepped into the elevator and checked it for the perfect hiding spot. There was a slot on the side of the control panel. She edged one in, met my gaze, then tucked in a second one.

Lord, was it possible to fall for a woman after just one fuck?