Going Down Again – Billionaire Bad Boys

An hour later, thanks to traffic from the city, he walked into the new house they’d had built on Long Island to the sound of silence. With a two-year-old boy, quiet was an anomaly. “Lexie?” he called out.

No answer.

He left his shoes in the mudroom, slid his keys onto the dedicated hook, and headed to the stairs, pausing at the sight of a sexy bra on the bottom step. He scooped up the lacey garment and took the stairs, finding a pair of matching panties waiting for him on the top landing. His cock throbbed in approval.

His wife had an agenda, one he definitely liked. If this was her response to his demand for a vacation, he planned to issue orders like that more often.

He headed straight for the master bedroom, where the door was open, and stepped inside to find Lexie splayed out on the bed. Her gorgeous body, fuller since having his baby, naked as she patiently waited for him to come home.

“Where’s Matt and Annie?” he asked of the nanny who they’d hired so Lexie could continue to be his personal assistant in the office. Since the day she’d strode into and rearranged his disorganized organization, he couldn’t function without her. That and nobody else could put up with his demands.

“Out visiting my dad. He’s taking Matty for dinner. They’re gone for a while.” Lexie wound a strand of hair around her finger and spread her legs a bit wider. “Consider this your gift for taking me on vacation.”

He blinked in surprise. “You’re not angry?”

She shook her head and laughed, the sultry sound wrapping around him. “Between night terrors and terrible-two tantrums, I guiltily need a break. You’re giving me that. So come get your Valentine’s Day present.”

He grinned and stripped off his tee shirt, unbuttoned and slid his jeans and boxer briefs off his legs. His socks came next. Then he joined her on the big king-size mattress, sliding his body beside hers. They might sleep together every night, but lately they often woke to a two-year-old sprawled out between them.

“I miss you, Kade. I miss our time together. So a vacation is the perfect gift.”

Her smile lit him up inside. “Did I mention we’re going with everyone? The whole family?” He knew she understood who their family included.

She squealed out loud, her excitement tangible. Next thing he knew, she’d climbed on top of him, her sexy body covering his. Settling her pussy over his aching cock, rubbing them together, she leaned forward and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his parted lips.

He grasped her hips hard, holding her in place as she deepened their connection. Mouths fused, bodies rocking together, Kade didn’t need one damned thing more. This woman gave him everything, and he wanted to do the same thing in return. His money could give her the world, but he only cared about his heart and hers beating in unison while their bodies joined together.

He repositioned her and she caught on fast, shifting so her soft sex poised over his aching cock, and she slowly lowered herself down his shaft. As she gripped him in her tight heat, he closed his eyes and groaned, feeling every ripple of her inner walls and reveling in the arousing comfort of being where he belonged.

He gritted his teeth, holding himself back as she rode him, her lithe body gripping him, pumping up and down on his cock, a gorgeous brunette beauty taking her pleasure from the man she loved. He needed control, wanted to pound into her, to stake his claim and make sure she never forgot how much he loved her, but one look at the pleasure on her face and he refrained.

Instead he set his gaze on hers and lifted his hips, meeting her thrust for thrust, watching the gorgeous flush cover her cheeks, the glazed look of gratification and adoration on her face.

“God, Kade, it’s always as good as the first time,” she said as she ground her hips into his.

“You’re wrong. It’s better.” And with that pronouncement, he slid his hand between them and grazed her clit with his fingertip.

“Oh.” She let out a moan and he pressed against her harder, feeling his dick, slick with her juices, and he glided his finger back and forth over the tight bud. Her body jerked back and forth as she chased her orgasm as hard as he was holding back his own.

“Come on, baby. Come.” So he could let go and find his own release. He wanted her to come first. Always.

His words and his touch accomplished his goal. She arched her back, stiffening as she rode out her release around his cock and against his finger, chanting his name over and over as she climaxed.

Without waiting for her to refocus, he flipped them, his cock still embedded deep inside her. And then he began to pump into her hard, his balls drawn up tight, desire for this one woman consuming him. Even years after they’d met, she was it for him. Her warm body and slick sex were all it took to bring him to the edge, and when she squeezed her hands on his ass and started to come again, she took him over.