Bet On It: An Age Gap Billionaire Office Romance(65)

When the door opened, my heart filled with emotion. Analyn stood looking adorable in a pair of leggings and an old sweatshirt. Her dark hair was in a messy bun on top of her head. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.

I reached out, wrapping my arm around her, and tugged her close. "Do you want me to leave?" I only asked because I knew I couldn't just take her. I needed her consent.

"No."

"Thank fuck." My lips came down on hers, and I drank them in like a thirsty man finding an oasis in the desert. I maneuvered into her condo, shutting the door behind me. "Is your roommate here? If she is, she's about to get an eyeful."

"She just left. She had to run into work for something."

I scooped Analyn up into my arms. "I'd sure like to do this in a bed."

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and hope filled me. She pointed the way toward her bedroom. Once we were inside, I'd never gotten undressed so fast in my life. But when I was finally lying over Analyn, flesh to flesh, the world slowed down.

Too often for us, sex was a fast and furious romp. Now I had time. Time to show her how much I loved her. Time for her to see how good it could be with us, not just sexually, but as partners. Hell, partners in life, even. Of course, I couldn't blurt all that out now since I knew even as she was giving herself over to me at this moment, all the issues between us still existed.

But the forever I hoped to start with her could begin now, with me showing her through my touch that it was safe for her to risk her heart. That I was a safe bet.

My hands took their time as they explored every inch of her decadent body. I knew every spot that made her arch into my touch, that made her moan, that made her sigh. I followed that up with my lips, kissing and tasting every inch of her skin.

Could she feel it? Could she feel me handing my heart over to her? God, I hoped so.





34





Analyn





I couldn’t fight it anymore. My love for Reed was too powerful to deny. So I gave in, even knowing the risk. Knowing it could ruin me at work. Knowing it could end and shatter me.

Reed’s hands were magic on me. Everywhere he touched me, my body hummed with life and love. Then his lips caressed my skin, making me his. Whether he knew it or not, he was claiming me and I was willingly being claimed.

But I wanted a turn too. I wanted to claim him and so I pushed him back and used my hands and lips to discover his body, to learn what brought him pleasure. It wasn’t like I didn’t have an idea. It’s not like we hadn’t done this before. But this time, it wasn’t a frenzied encounter set off by pent-up sexual need. Now I had the time and space and privacy to truly explore this man, and I took advantage of it.

I moved down his body, his abdominal muscles tightening under my lips.

“Analyn.” His voice was a mixture of need and satisfaction.

I wrapped my hand around his dick, drawing my tongue around his tip. I hadn’t spent nearly enough time getting to know this part of his anatomy, and I intended to.

He groaned, his fingers lacing through my hair. “Yes, baby . . . more.”

I smiled, loving the tone of his voice, the endearment baby. I rewarded him by sucking the tip of his dick into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the rim.

“Ah, fuck . . . that’s good.” His hips rose in response, so I took him in deeper. Massaging his balls, I slid my mouth up and down his shaft, loving how it thickened and pulsed with each slide. As much as I wanted to feel him inside me, I also wanted to bring him pleasure like this. To taste his cum.

But he had other ideas.

“Analyn.” He gripped my arms and pulled me up until he could kiss me. His kiss was filled with need and burning desire. He rolled us until he was over me. “Open for me, baby.”

I wrapped my legs around his hips. He thrust in, filling me in one move. Our cries of pleasure filled my tiny bedroom.

“Reed.”

“Yes, baby.” His lips suckled my neck as his hips rocked over me.

I wanted to tell him I loved him, but I couldn’t quite get the words out. I couldn’t stop my heart from opening fully, completely to him, but my brain still sought to protect itself. Instead of words, I moaned as he ground his hips against me.

“Do you feel me, Analyn?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel how good we are together?”

“Yes.” I gripped his shoulders as I neared the edge. It was too soon coming, but I couldn’t prevent it. I could only go with it. Go with Reed.

He must have felt the same as he levered up on his hands. “Look at me.”

I opened my eyes and watched him watch me as our bodies moved together. As we drove toward pleasure together. As we reached the pinnacle together. My orgasm hit, and I cried out, arching into him, surrendering my heart, my soul to him.

“Yes . . . Analyn . . . yes . . .” He came with me, pistoning hard and fast until he collapsed over me.

I lay in Reed's arms, completely boneless. If the condo were on fire, I wouldn't have the energy to escape it. This was what I wanted in my life. Not just the sex, but the man who could make my body sing. Who could make me feel cherished, like there was nothing or no one else in the world but us two.

But of course, that was followed with the reality of our situation, and frustration filled me. This was the worst sort of torment.