Going Down Hard (Billionaire Bad Boys 3)

“Not Julian?” she asked.

He paused. “Julian was a good guy. He was one of us. And then he got involved with the wrong people. Drugs… I wouldn’t hav

e thought he was capable of the shit he pulled on Kade, but I guess I didn’t know him as well as I thought.” But Derek had a problem thinking of Julian as all bad.

“I think something had to have happened for him to do what he did to someone he once considered a friend.” Derek shook his head. “But I don’t know.”

“Kendall seemed upset to see him. But she couldn’t stop staring at him either.”

Derek frowned. “That went both ways. But if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll steer clear. Kade will never forgive him, and she needs her twin on her side.”

Cassie sighed. “Family is complicated. Relationships are complicated,” she mused.

“Life is fucking complicated.”

Her laugh warmed him. And his groin started to perk back up again. He pushed himself up and rolled on top of her, his now hard cock gliding over her soft, wet pussy.

He brushed her hair off her face, staring into wide brown eyes at the same time he raised his hips and pushed inside her, gliding home as if he belonged there.

They groaned in unison, their joining electric.

He rolled his hips against hers. He kissed her, sliding his lips back and forth, losing himself inside her. She grabbed his hair in her hands, holding him tight as they rocked together, climaxing simultaneously, his entire being caught up in hers.

They lay in silence, his eyes growing heavy.

Derek woke to the smell of something delicious cooking. With a grin on his face, he headed to the bathroom, used her toothbrush, and washed up before he met her in the kitchen.

“Something smells good.”

She placed a plate on the table, then turned to face him, wearing a long tee shirt, her bare legs peeking out, and a bright smile on her face. “Morning.” She settled into the chair at her small table.

“Morning.”

“Have a seat and dig in.” She gestured to the pancakes and orange juice at his place setting.

He happily complied, inhaling the warm scent. “I can’t remember the last home-cooked breakfast I had.”

“You’ve been deprived. I’ll have to make it up to you.” She winked and began cutting into her breakfast. “I’m starving.”

“Because you worked up an appetite last night.”

Her gaze shot to his, her cheeks flushing, her eyes darkening at the memory. “Yes, I did.”

They paused to eat, him smothering his with maple syrup. The food was as fantastic as the aroma. “You’re a good cook.”

“Thank you.” She placed her fork down and met his gaze. “So I need to talk to you about something.”

“Go ahead.”

She shook her head. “It’s a touchy subject for you.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Okay…”

“I’ve been collecting a lot of good information for the kind of article I want to run. I can delve deep into your college years, the creation of Blink, and how you run the company. I’ve even got your charitable contributions down too. But…” She paused to lift her glass and take a sip of juice. “Something’s missing,” she said, placing the cup on the table.

An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. “And what would that be?”

“Your childhood,” she said bluntly. “I’d like your permission for me to call some of your old teachers, and I’d like to meet with your mother and sister,” she said on a long breath.