My Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

She’s going to think it’s a last-minute Fuse business trip.

But I know better.

And so does Evan.

Less than thirty days and she’ll be my fiancée.

And then, she’ll be my wife.

I shoot Dave a quick email, thanking him for his help, and let him know I’ll see him Monday.

Just before I dive into the next order of business, making sure my assistant Clara finalized all of our Austin trip plans, the sounds of footsteps moving down the hall give me pause.

I look up from my laptop to find Maybe standing in the doorway, completely bare, and on primal fucking instinct, my eyes turn hungry. Greedy. Damn ravenous for her.

I can’t help it. When it comes to Maybe, I’m certain I’ll never stop craving her.

She tiptoes into my office, walks around my desk, and I turn my chair to meet her.

She stops when her knees barely brush mine.

Her long brown locks hang past her full, pert breasts, and her eyes are so damn sweet and doe-like, they might as well be a live wire to my cock.

Fuck. She is sexy.

“Milo,” she whispers my name, and I don’t miss the way her teeth bite into her bottom lip or the way her thighs tremble as she fidgets underneath my gaze.

“What do you need, kid?” I ask her, but she doesn’t respond.

She just looks at me with those big brown eyes of hers and traps me in their never-ending depths.

“Maybe?” I prompt again. “What do you need?”

“You.” One word. Three letters. And powerful enough to make my cock harden and twitch beneath my boxer briefs. “Right now.”

Déjà vu hits me like a fucking freight train, and it’s like my fantasies have come to life.

And just like my dreams, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants.

Between one breath and the next, I’m on my feet and she’s in my arms with her legs wrapped my waist.

My lips to hers, I kiss her deep as I walk out of my office, down the hall, and into our bedroom.

“I need you, Milo,” she whispers into my ear. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

Fuck.

Before I know it, we’re on my bed, Maybe beneath me and my boxer briefs a distant fucking memory on the floor.

My cock is at her entrance, the tip sliding through her wetness, and I groan at the painfully delicious feel of it.

God, I love her. I want her. I fucking need her too.

“Please,” she begs. “Please make love to me.” Her hips gyrate from side to side, and that movement pushes the head of my cock inside her.

She is so soft. So warm. So wet. So tight. So perfect.

She moans, and a deep guttural groan escapes my lungs.

The urge to push my cock in deeper is so strong, it makes my thighs shake, but I force a breath into my lungs instead. This is her first time. This needs to be slow. She needs time to adjust to my size.

“Yes. More. Please,” she pleads, and her fingers slide into my hair, tugging on the strands with frustration. “I can’t wait any longer to know what it feels like to have you inside me. Please, please, please, Milo. Make love to me.”

Fuck. I’m done for. Powerless against her.

“I need to put on a condom,” I whisper against her lips, but she starts shaking her head.

“No,” she refutes and gently bites her teeth into my bottom lip. “No condom. Just you. Just you and me with nothing in between us.”

My cock twitches at her words, but that bastard needs to wait.

I search the depths of her eyes. “Baby, are you sure?”

“I’m on birth control.” She nods and wraps her legs tighter around my waist as her hips start up a rhythm again. “Please, Milo. Slide inside me.”

I can’t resist her anymore. Not for even a second longer.

I’m going to slide inside her and make her mine.

I’m going to make love to her.

Slowly, so slowly, I had no idea I had it in me, I slide my cock inside the perfect heat of her tight pussy. Inch by inch, stopping every so often to let her adjust to me.

When my cock is halfway inside her, a little whimper leaves her lips and a wrinkle forms between her brows. Fuck. I don’t want to hurt her.

I start to pull back out, but she refuses, wrapping her legs around my waist again.

“More,” she whispers, and her tongue sneaks out to lick across her bottom lip. “It’s so intense, but God, it feels so good, Milo. Because it’s you. It feels so good, so perfect, because it’s you and me together.”

Fuck.

I keep going, slowly sliding more of my cock inside her, and she just keeps begging, pleading for more.

If she’s in pain, she doesn’t show it. She is still staring deep into my eyes and telling me she wants more, that she needs more.