My Grumpy Billionaire

I sob out my climax, my vision going white. His hands grip my ass tighter and his cock starts hitting a new spot inside me—

“Oh my God,” I scream as another orgasm wrecks me.

He lets out a low rumble and then goes absolutely rigid as his own climax hits.

He collapses on me, but then props himself up on his elbows so he doesn’t crush me. I cup his masked face between my palms and take a moment to settle my breathing. My heart is going a thousand beats a minute.

We share a leisurely afterglow kiss and then he rolls off, landing heavily next to me. He’s puffing too, but doesn’t struggle the way I do. He gets up and goes to the bathroom. There’s a loud curse, and he returns to the bed within a second, looking at me with his mouth absolutely flat.

“What’s wrong?”

“The condom broke.” His voice is calm, but there is a hint of oh-shit and please-don’t-panic-and-scream in his tone.

“Oh. Uh… Well, are you clean?”

He opens and closes his mouth. “Yes,” he says after a moment. “Are you?”

“Yes. So we have nothing to worry about.”

“We don’t have one thing to worry about. Preventing STDs isn’t the only thing condoms do.”

“I can’t have kids,” I say in my most nonchalant voice, then shrug to hide the awkwardness of having to share a little too much information. Which is weird because we just had sex, but…

He shuts his mouth so fast his teeth click. “Oh. I…” He clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”

I laugh at how uncomfortable he is about my revelation. “I don’t generally think about it. I’m only telling you so you don’t worry about a surprise baby.”

He nods. “Okay. Well…thank you.”

I start to get up, but he catches my arm. “What are you doing?”

I should tell him I’m leaving. We’re done having sex, which was great. But it’ll be awkward in the morning, when we’ll have to unmask and there won’t be the cover of night to lend a dreamy atmosphere to what we’ve done.

At the same time, I’m loath to leave his bed. He’s… Well, he gave me the best damn orgasms I’ve ever in my life. And it’s a shame to end our time so soon.

When I don’t respond, he murmurs, “Stay a little longer.” It’s like he knows exactly what’s going through my mind.

And I can’t say no.

“Okay,” I say, and lie back down, only to have him take me into his arms and cuddle, giving me the kind of warm comfort I’ve never experienced with a man before.