I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

He broke apart within me, losing the control. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen to watch him come apart, because of me- inside of me. He was always so careful, so in control, that to see him break at the seams was enough to nearly send me over the edge a third time.

Finally, he breathed again and opened his eyes. He wore a dazed, yet content, expression on his face. He stayed inside of me and leaned forward to give me a sensual kiss. Our skin was slick with sweat and our fingers grazed smoothly over each other’s bodies as we lay entangled on his bed.

“That was amazing,” I whispered, breaking our kiss.

Jacob nodded in agreement. “You’re incredible.”

He crawled up next to me on the bed and wrapped an arm over my belly, holding me close. He kissed my cheek and the top of my shoulder in a sweet way that made me smile. It made me feel safe and loved.

That was by far the best sex I’ve ever had, I thought. Is there anything about Jacob that isn’t flawless?

The question instantly caused a twinge of doubt to creep into my mind.

This man is everything that I could ever want. What’s “the catch”? There’s always a catch. He’s too perfect, I thought. If something is too good to be true, then it probably is, right?

I pushed the thought away. We had just shared something special and I wasn't about to let my wandering thoughts ruin this moment for me. I was happy. I was content and I wasn't going to start worrying about things that I had no control over.

We laid there quietly on his bed. Despite the fact that my mind was churning, it still only took a few seconds for me to close my eyes, letting the sound of Jacob’s breathing lull me to sleep.

Chapter 10

The next morning, I sat at a table in the corner of the coffee shop while I waited for Caroline. Since I was on the opposite side of town, I’d called her only a few moments after getting home from Jacob’s apartment demanding we meet up soon. And she’d agreed without any hesitation.

Besides, I knew she liked coffee shops and I knew she liked double shot espressos with caramel and almond milk. I’d already ordered her one and a vanilla mocha for myself. Her drink sat across the table and right in front of her chair in what I hoped would be an enticing sight, something like using a bone to call a dog. If nothing else I wanted to bring her mood to a level near

mine, and for Caroline, coffee was always the answer.

The coffee shop was bustling at nine-thirty in the morning and I appreciated being able to sit and wait contentedly. It was the beginning of a warm day without any fog that sometimes accompanied California mornings.

Even the sun is in a good mood, I thought.

Caroline wore a tight red skirt and a black t-shirt. She didn’t take off her sunglasses until she’d found me sitting at the table. She dropped her purse on the table and removed her wallet before realizing that I’d already bought her drink.

“Double shot espresso with caramel and milk?” she asked.

“Yep,” I said.

“Almond milk?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Yep,” I said again. I nudged her drink a little closer.

“You’re the best.” She used the straw to stir her drink as she grinned at me.

“And I told them to go light on the ice,” I said, feeling rather proud of myself.

“Wow, I was wondering if they’d finally caught on, but look at you.” She grinned and took a sip. “You must have good news.”

I beamed back with something between a smile and long smirk. “Maybe.”

She sipped at her drink after taking a seat in the chair across from me. “Are you going to make me beg?”

I allowed my smile to grow even more, drawing out the moment as well as my excitement.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll let you sit with your hysteria for a sec. I’m actually going to go grab a breakfast burrito or something. You want anything?”

“I’m good,” I said, still smiling.

I watched Caroline order her burrito. She glanced over at me and narrowed her eyes and I knew she was mad I still had my secret. It wasn't often that I had anything good like this, so I was enjoying keeping her waiting. She returned with a burrito in hand, blowing on it viciously.