Always My Babygirl: A Billionaire Romance

He kisses me back in that way that makes my knees feel like they’re made of jelly. “Hey, pretty girl. So what do you think?”

“It’s beautiful. Do we have time for a quick tour before we go see the place for my mom?”

His brow knits. “Ah. I thought you knew. The place we found… is here. There’s room enough for all of you.”

“Here?” I gaze over the buildings. Guest house—Mom. Pool house—Lexi. Main house—me.

Me and Gabriel… living together? I’ve lived on my own since I moved to Nevada. “I’m not sure.”

He takes my hand. “Let me show you around.”

“Um… okay. Where’s Shane?”

He gives an exasperated groan. “When he heard Lexi wasn’t coming, he took off.”

The door opens as if by magic, but it’s a butler. I give him a brief smile, but my attention is taken by the beauty of the home. It’s clean and bright, the colors reminding me of the tones of the sky as the sun sets over the desert.

Instead of moving further into the home, he tugs me into a small office off the foyer. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into him. “Look, baby, I know this seems sudden. I can tell you’re overwhelmed.”

My teeth sink into my lip and I answer honestly. “A bit. It’s all, so much.”

His gaze is soft, full of love. “So much. That’s what you always say to me when you try to pull away. But this time, I know this is the right decision. And yes, it is too much, I’m too much, my lifestyle is too much. But guess what, babygirl?”

“What?”

“You fit in perfectly with too much.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do. You lost your father in a shark attack. Started a business at the age of nineteen. Broke all the glass ceilings, employed dozens of women, and you held your family together in the hard times. You’re fucking unbelievably gorgeous. And smart as hell.” My belly warms, and I draw closer to him. He gets a smirk on his face. “Not to mention, you gave your virginity to a guy you thought was stalking you, who you call daddy. You tell me, who’s too much?”

I think over what he’s said. He’s right. “You have a fair point.”

“I know. And I also have a great plan.”

As always, Gabriel takes care of my every need. The tension in my shoulders eases. I run my hands through the curls on the back of his neck. “Tell me, daddy. What’s your plan?”

He wraps his arms around my waist. “You know that nurse from the care home in California? The one your mother was so taken with?”

“The one she likes to play cards with? Robert?”

“Shane did a little digging—”

“Of course he did.”

A playful grin covers his face as he gives my ass a smack. “Are you interrupting daddy?” He leaves his big hands resting on my ass.

Warmth rises from my ass, meeting my core. I swallow hard. God, when he does that to me… “Sorry, daddy.” He kisses my cheek.

“Turns out Robert has family in Nevada. He’s young, unattached, and willing to relocate.”

“Here?” Could it work?

“Yes. We’d outfit the guesthouse for your mother’s comfort. She and Robert would live there, and he would offer full-time care. On his nights off and every other weekend, we would take over the responsibility.”

“And Lexi?” I wince as I say her name. I know my sister can be a bit much, too.

“She’ll take the pool house.” His hands cup my ass and he squeezes. “I told you even though I’m generous, I’m also selfish. I want as much uninterrupted time with you as I can get.”

I don’t know what to say. His plan is solid. This place is gorgeous. We could be happy here. But… it’s a huge change from our lives now, from the life that I’m used to.

He cuts through my doubts, gazing into my eyes with those sea green beauties and my thoughts disappear as his lips meet mine. His hands caress my curves, sending tingles of desire over my body. He moves his hips forward, the bulge of his erection pressing against me.

He wants me. Right here. Right now.

And I give myself to him.

I choose him. I choose too much. Because sometimes, too much, is just enough.

He hitches up my skirt. Grabs my hips and lifts me onto the massive mahogany desk. Lucky for us, there’s not a thing on it. He parts my legs, inviting himself between my thighs. His hand slips up my dress, caressing the slick folds of my aching pussy. “No panties. Good girl. Now I can get where I want to be with no hold ups.”

He frees his cock from his trousers, big and ready, the head glistening with anticipation. He buries himself into me and I shift my weight, lifting my ass and welcoming him inside. I hold onto his shoulders, holding onto him like an anchor as he enters me.