Impulse (Billionaire Secrets 5)

Before he lost control, he had to say the words back to her. Tearing his lips away to look down at her he said, “I love you, too.”

Her breathless cries filled the room and pleasure gripped him so tightly he lost control, climaxing so hard and fast that he collapsed on top of her.

With the little strength he had, Simon rolled off her so that she wouldn’t be crushed under his weight. “How was that?” he asked between gulps of air. “Did you come?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” She slipped across the bed and practically climbed on top of him, her soft, warm body making him delirious with desire already. “Yes, I did,” she whispered before lowering her lips to rain kisses across his face.

He laughed and she giggled as she kept kissing him, her soft lips brushing against his face. With a happy sigh she pulled back to lie down on his chest and he held her close.

“We don’t have much time,” he murmured. “Your dad will probably be here soon. So will mine.”

She sighed again, only this time he heard the frustration in it. When they were alone together like this, nothing could come between them. But with the chilling death threats and the family pressure weighing down on both of them, there was still so much they had to face. Nothing was going to be solved if they didn’t find a way to put their differences aside and face the looming threat together. He hoped that somehow Heather and his father could find a way to get along. Otherwise, their enemies were going to find a way to exploit their divisions.

THERE WASN’T GOING to be any time to fall asleep beside Heather, so he forced himself to pull away from the comfort of her soft body to get cleaned up and put his clothes back on. While Heather got dressed, he made some quick calls to sort out some last-minute details for her now that she was going to be staying here for the foreseeable future.

“Is there any food in the kitchen?” she asked as smoothed down the rumpled sheets. “I want to make something for Finn to eat before he gets here.”

“The refrigerator in this apartment is going to be stocked up later today, so you’re free to eat whatever you want out of my fridge.” He held up his hand as she opened her mouth to speak. “I don’t want to hear a word out of you about the expense. You’re my guest. I’m going to spend whatever I want on you.”

“As long as it’s under ten-thousand dollars,” she reminded him.

He shook his head at her. Trust her to want the last word. Instead of arguing, he leaned over to her to plant a kiss on her lips and take her hand in his. “Let’s head back to my apartment and wait for everyone to arrive.”

Half an hour later, Simon was answering his door while Heather was taking the mac and cheese she had made for them out of the oven.

The doorman had announced his father’s arrival, but Simon was still surprised to find his father had shown up before Finn.

As his father walked into the apartment, Simon shut the door and greeted him. “You’re here earlier than I expected.”

“My boss let me out early after I asked him,” his father said. “Something smells great.”

“Heather was gracious enough to make dinner for all of us,” Simon explained.

His father’s face fell. “You didn’t tell me that Heather would be here.”

“I didn’t think I had to, Dad,” Simon said. He didn’t want to be so blunt, but he really didn’t see why he had to warn his father about having his girlfriend over. As much as he wanted Heather to get along with his dad, it wouldn’t be fair to expect her to do all the heavy lifting. She had been supportive all day, even asking Simon to focus more on his father’s safety than on hers. Even if she might not like his dad, she had still cared about his safety. His father was going to have to put in some the work, too, if this new living arrangement was going to work.

“Oh, I meant nothing by it,” his father said, immediately contrite. “Something sure smells good.”

Heather appeared and waved at his father. “I made mac and cheese for everyone.”

“Where did you get that?” Simon asked, pointing at the oven mitt she was wearing.

She smiled. “In one of the drawers in your kitchen. Would you like something to eat, Onslow?”

His father nodded. “I would. Thanks, Heather.”

Simon helped Heather set up the dining table, and soon they were all sitting down to eat. “So, why don’t you get me up to speed on all this,” his father said. “Should we be worried?”

He explained the events of the past day, with Heather helping to fill in some of the gaps. First they told his dad about the online threats and then gave a detailed account of the threatening phone call Heather had gotten while they had consulted with Dover’s security head.

“Is there any way to find out who called?” his father asked. “I don’t understand technology like you do, son, but isn’t there a way to trace the call?”

“The security head took Heather’s phone to do that, but I got a text from him about an hour ago and things don’t look promising.” Simon sighed. “I have my theories about who’s behind this, though.”

His father took a bite of his food. “Sounds like a prank to me.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but the call was terrifying,” Heather piped in.