The Billionaire's Marriage Proposal (Billionaire Bachelors #4)(12)

He walked back into his room, telling himself he should find another place to sleep, but she was so tempting, lying in his bed. He knew they couldn’t make love in her current condition, but there was nothing wrong with feeling her body pressed against his. If he could get past the hardening of his body, then maybe he’d actually sleep.

He climbed in next to Jennifer and then groaned as she immediately sought him out. She turned into him, wrapping her leg over his and flinging her arm around his waist, only inches away from his straining erection.

Her head was pressed into his shoulder and he could feel her hot breath on his naked skin. He knew he should’ve worn a shirt, but hell, he’d put on sweats, when he normally slept in the nude. As it was, the sweats felt like sandpaper against his straining member.

Jennifer sighed in her sleep and wiggled a little closer before she finally settled down. Trenton was afraid to move an inch. He wanted to flip her over so badly it was making his entire body break out in a sweat, even after the frigid shower.

After about fifteen minutes of lying next to her, he finally relaxed and felt his eyes grow heavy. Her body heat was rushing through him and the feel of her pressed against him was more pleasurable than he’d ever admit. He wrapped his arm around her and finally let go.





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Jennifer was having the best dream of her life. She hoped she didn’t wake. Her life had been filled with so much stress and she deserved to be selfish for a little while. In her dream, she was with Trenton and he was everything she’d imagined, and more.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t resist you,” he whispers to her.

“Yes, please,” she begs him. His hands come around her body and she feels her shirt being removed. The cool air touches her aching breasts and her dark pink nipples tighten to hardened peaks. She needs him to touch her there, to relieve the aching.

Finally, his hands come up to cup her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over the aching peaks, and she moans out loud at the exquisite pleasure. She arches her back into the air, pushing herself up, higher against him. She needs more but can’t figure out what that is.

He presses his hips against hers and she can feel the length of his erection pressing against her aching core. Her only thought is that there are too many clothes between them. She needs to feel them pressed together, skin against skin, with nothing between them.

“Please, Trenton, please,” she begs again. She needs him so much she feels she’ll die if he doesn’t hurry and take her. She can be wanton all she wants, it’s a dream after all. She’s had several dreams about her boss, but none have seemed so real. It feels as if his hands are all over her body.

“I can’t stop,” he growls, which makes her smile. She in no way wants him to stop doing anything. She feels as if she’ll fall apart right there in her dream if he pulls away. She feels him peeling the last of their clothes away, the final barriers keeping his skin from hers. She groans loudly as she finally feels his naked body pressing into hers.

“Now, I need you now,” she groans. He’s lying on top of her and she can feel his erection pressing against her wet heat. She’s so hot for him and wants him inside of her. His hands are gripping her head, and finally he brings his mouth to hers.

He kisses her so deeply, she doesn’t know how the sheets don’t catch flame underneath them. She can’t ever remember having such a vivid dream. She feels so alive, so good. She needs him inside of her.

He moves his head down her throat and chest and then takes one of her aching buds into his mouth, gently sucking on it. The pull of his mouth on her sensitive peak, sends a shock wave down her body, straight to her slick heat. More, she wants more.

As if he can sense her urgency, he moves back up her body and takes her mouth once more. He reaches his hand down and slips a finger inside her body, feeling that she is more than prepared for his entrance. He groans into her mouth at the warmth and wetness coming from her.

“Open your eyes. I want to look into them when I take you,” he gasps as the head of his erection is poised at her entrance. She feels pain as she waits for him to thrust forward. He’s so close, yet much too far away. She didn’t want to open her eyes. If she opened them then the dream would end and she’d wake up, aching and alone. She shakes her head no and pulls him closer locking their lips together, again. He’s unable to resist her urgency and in one thrust he’s buried deep inside her body.





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Jennifer’s eyes snapped open at the shock of their bodies connected. Several things happened in the next seconds. She couldn’t stop what was happening, even if she could’ve gained the will power to do so.

First and foremost she knew she wasn’t dreaming, but actually making love to Trenton, the man she’d hungered for from the moment she’d first laid eyes on him, and secondly she was making love for the first time, ever, and it hurt enough to wake her. The pain was fading as pleasure quickly took its place.

Trenton could feel the tightness in her body and felt the flinch of pain from her as his large erection broke through her barrier. He was ashamed he could be so stupid and careless. She was gripping him tightly and though he may actually die he knew he had to pull out of her. He was wrong, so very wrong, for taking her that way and he had to make it up to her.