She rolls her eyes. “Yes.”
“Forget what I said. You need to quit.”
She laughs, knowing I’m kidding, just like I know that tool-bag never was competition for me. Leanna cuddles into me, snuggling against my chest as the fire in the fireplace crackles and snaps.
“Wait, so, just so I know… I mean, you’re buying private helicopters and all.” She bites her lip as she turns to look up at me. “Just how much is this company bringing in for you?”
“For us, you mean?”
She blushes, nodding. I lean in and whisper in her ear, and when the string of sailor-swears tumbles from her lips as she whirls and jumps into my lap, I just laugh and hold her tight.
Yeah, it’s a fuckload of zeroes.
She giggles, throwing her arms around me and peppering my face with kisses. “I can’t believe you built this by yourself!”
“I had some help, a few guys quit the rig with me and—”
“I saw the name O’Neil on that helicopter, baby,” she purrs, arching a brow as her lips curl into a smile. “That says it all.”
I grin, allowing myself the smugness as she wraps her body around my waist and settles on my lap.
“And I am very proud to call myself Mrs. O’Neil, you know,” she purrs into my ear.
I suddenly realize my dress shirt has slipped open, and I can feel the hardness of her nipples and softness of her breasts dragging over my chest. There’s a heat between her legs that I can feel against my thickening cock through my boxers, and when my hands suddenly grab her ass, she gasps before she hungrily kisses me.
“You got your helicopter questions answered,” I growl.
She whimpers. “Guess that means you’d like something in return? Isn’t that how extortion works?”
“Something like that,” I growl, shoving my boxers down and letting my thick, fully erect and rock-hard cock press hotly against her slippery pussy. “But I think I’ve got everything I need or want right here.”
I raise her up, and when she sinks down, my thickness easing into her impossibly tight, velvety cunt, the moan of pleasure from her lips melts into my ears.
9
Leanna
My brain is still hazy, my eyes still half-closed as the morning light glows through my eyelids. And when I feel the heat of him against my bare back, a smile spreads wide across my lips.
God, I missed this.
I missed everything about him, of course. The sex, obviously, and his love, and the way he looks at me like I’m the only woman on earth. I missed the smell of him, and the feel of his hands. I missed that laugh, that voice, those eyes… literally all of what makes Brooks who he is.
But this? Waking up slowly with his arms around me holding me tight? This might take the cake.
He has it all now. The company he founded barely a year ago is enormous in the energy and minerals field, and the amount he’s personally worth now is absolutely jaw dropping. Again, none of that matters to me, but it’s a reality. And with him having thought I’d left him like he thought I did, and with his new money and resources, and with him being absolutely gorgeous, there’s a part of me that knows he could have gone out and had any other woman in the world he wanted.
Or hell, several of them.
And yet, he didn’t, and that I believe, absolutely. Maybe it’s the same reason I could never bring myself to touch or even think about touching another man, even with the way I thought he’d left me.
Brooks could have had anyone, and he didn’t. And on top of that, here he is, with me. The smile stretches my lips hugely, and I bite at the bottom one, feeling the flush wash over me as I snuggle back into his thickly muscled arms and powerful, warm chest.
“You’re the one thing I wanted.”
His voice startles me, as I didn’t even know he was awake. I half turn to see his piercing blue eyes searing into me, like he’s just read my freaking thoughts with those eyes.
“Everything else…” he trials off, frowning and shaking his head. “Everything else was nothing without you.”
His arms tighten, and when he pulls me into him, I twist my head even more to let his lips find mine. He groans into the kiss, his body moving against mine as I whimper softly and taste his tongue with mine. He growls, and when I feel his already half-hard cock nestled against my ass start to thicken and pulse, I tremble in anticipation.
Okay, I lied. Waking up next to him might be tied with the sex in terms of what I missed.
His arms move, his hand sliding over my body as he keeps me pinned to his grooved, chiseled body, kissing me deeply. He cups my breasts, his fingers teasing the nipples into hard, aching points as I gasp into his lips. One hand pushes down my body, over my tummy, tickling my bellybutton before sliding even further down. His thick middle finger nudges over my hard, tingling clit, rolling it slowly as I melt into him.