Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

The strain in Conner’s words finally put what had happened into perspective for me. It should have been as obvious to me then as it was now, but being pushed aside so suddenly had clouded my ability to think logically. I understood where he was coming from, and I honestly couldn’t blame him. However, he had awakened a part of me that didn’t want to be put back to sleep.

“I understand your loyalty to my Dad,” I started, after a long moment. “But I want you, I’ve always wanted you, and I know you want me too. But if you refuse to let yourself be happy with me, then I need you to let me go for good.”

“So that boy can be your first?” he asked in a disgusted tone. “He could never make you feel the way I can, never.”

I shrugged. “Maybe not, but-”

“No,” Conner interrupted me and pulled me closer. “You’re mine, Chloe. No other man will ever touch you.”

The words were barely out of Conner’s mouth, and his lips were on me. His kiss seared my mouth and ignited an immediate fire in my belly.

As his tongue danced with mine and his teeth nibbled at my lips, Conner’s hands drifted to the zipper of my floral dress. Slowly, he pulled it down until the garment fell off my body. I was acutely aware that, once more, we were standing out in the open, but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was that Conner was guiding me out of the pool of fabric, which was now at my feet, and helping me down until I was naked and lying on the ground.

Pulling his lips away from mine, he started kissing a line down my neck and chest. His mouth felt warm and wet and perfect, and my body responded instantly. I moaned as he feasted on each of my nipples hungrily.

I closed my eyes as I felt my juices on my thighs and my body hummed for more.

Desperate for some relief to the building pressure between my legs, I took his hand and guided down to my throbbing center. His lips curled into a grin against the soft skin of my breasts.

“You want me to touch you, baby? Want me to make you come?” Conner asked as he pulled his lips from my heated skin. My mouth was dry and the words were stuck in my throat, so I just nodded. A second later, he spoke again. “I want your words, Chloe. I want to hear you say what you want and who you want it from.”

A shiver went down my spine at the directness of his command.

I opened my eyes to look at him and whispered, “I want you, Conner. I want you to make me come. I want you to fuck me.”

Although his lips curled up in one of those glorious grins, Conner clicked his tongue and tilted his head. “Good God you are perfect.” He crushed his mouth to mine once again before trailing kisses over my chin, throat and collar bone. He slowly worked his way lower, feathering his lips over my ribcage and my belly, finally coming to rest above my glistening pussy.

“Fuck, Chloe. You’re dripping.” The amazement in his voice was sexy as hell and made another surge of warm moisture pour out of me.

Groaning, Conner fixed his mouth over me and plunged his tongue into my throbbing slit, gathering my moisture on his tongue and lapping over my clit slowly and firmly. I began to buck under him until he raised his head and fixed me with a look.

“Not yet baby, not yet,” he said in a thick voice that made my nerve endings hum. Slowly, he drew my clit between his teeth and sucked as he slid two thick fingers inside my drenched pussy and began to fuck me with them.

Within a minute, I was over the edge, screaming my pleasure into the breeze as the most intense orgasm I had ever felt washed over me. As the feeling started to return to my limbs, Conner came up over me and kissed me softly, allowing me to taste my pleasure on his tongue. It was sexy as hell.

“Did you like that?” he asked in a low voice.

I nodded and moaned, “Yes.”

He kissed me again, briefly, and then pulled back and got up to his feet. With a hand stretched to help me up, he said, “Good. Now, you have to decide if you still want to go dance with that boy or if you’re gonna tell him to get lost and party like a grown up with your man.”

Without saying another word, Conner turned around and left me alone at the meadow. Bubbling with enthusiasm at the promise in his voice, I quickly put on my clothes and returned to the party. As nice as Phil was, there was no choice to be made; I wanted Conner, and I was finally going to have him.

CHAPTER TEN — CONNER

After leaving Chloe in the meadow, I returned to the party and walked straight to the bar. I ordered the bartender to get me a shot of whiskey. Once the tumbler was in my hand, I turned around and waited. I was trying hard to ignore the pain in my balls but I could practically feel them turning blue. If I didn’t empty myself into that girl soon, I was pretty sure my dick was going to fall off.

There was no question in my mind that Chloe would dismiss the little shit she’d been talking to. Her body craved mine just as mine craved hers, and though it was wrong and risky, there was no denying that we belonged together. A smirk formed on my lips when exactly two minutes after I returned to the party, Chloe showed up. Aside from the newly added post-orgasm glow to her face, she looked just as gorgeous and innocent in her pink flowery dress as she had looked before I pulled her away from Phil.

What the fuck kind of a name is Phil anyway?

With great satisfaction and a relentless boner, I watched as she approached Mr. All-Smiles. She talked, his face fell, and though he tried to make her change her mind, she didn’t. Once she finally disentangled herself from him, she looked at me with those big doe eyes of hers and I almost exploded. I was one step closer to getting her in my bed once and for all.

I held her gaze and finished my drink in one gulp. After I placed the glass back on the counter, I got up and started walking toward the exit of the tent. I didn’t turn around to see if Chloe was following, but I knew she was. I knew she wanted this as much as I did and would do just about anything to feel my cock pounding into her.

Once I reached the reception desk, I picked up a key to one of our honeymoon suites and made my way to the elevator just as Chloe walked through the glass doors.

“Did you tell him to take a hike?” I asked in a low and heated tone.