Billionaire's Second Chance

I tipped her sweet lips to mine. "I need you now more than ever."

Chapter Thirty

Kya

I could not stop a tear from sliding down my cheek. The fight, the party, the misunderstanding – it was scarier than the roller coaster that hung off the roof of the Stratosphere. Fenton brushed the tear away and leaned down to kiss me.

The soft murmur of his lips against mine erased the past few days and my body leaped at the close memory of his touch.

"No dancers, no golfers, just us," Fenton said.

"No reality stars, either?" I asked.

He pulled back and shook his head. "God no. She was most definitely just using me for her personal gain."

"You don't think that's what I was doing?" I asked. "I mean, of course, the contract is good for me, too, it's just that–"

He cut me off with a searing kiss that warmed me more than the brightening sunlight. I leaned against his hard body and gave into the explorations of his lips and tongue. Desire lapped against my body, crashing like waves against the rocks when his teeth nipped at my lips.

"Aren't you sore?" I asked. "I don't want to hurt you."

"How come…" he asked in between feather light kisses. "You are the only one that has ever asked me that?"

"I don't want to hurt you," I said again.

"Then, you won't." He took my hand and led me inside. The master bedroom shared the same view as the balcony and the sunlight was just reaching the edges of the king-sized bed when he laid me down on top of the covers.

I shifted, rolling so he was underneath me, and paused to run my hands along his hard arms. I marveled at the contours of his muscles, the cut and flex of his arms. Fenton laid his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes in ecstasy. I continued my light caresses of his taut body, unbuttoning his shirt and letting my lips drift down his chest to the ridges of his stomach.

I tested his abs with my teeth and he sucked in his breath. It came out in a ragged sigh as I kissed my way along the waistband of his pants. Before I could continue my explorations, his hands locked on my arms and pulled me up to his lips for another melting kiss.

Lying on top of him, I could feel the solid ridge of his desire. I eased myself over it and rubbed, teasing us both. His hands were under my dress, slipping down my panties, and then loosening the buttons of his pants. I sat up and pulled my dress off over my head.

Fenton sat up to meet me, his hot kisses dropping from my lips to my breasts, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipples. I raised my hips up, lifting my breasts higher, aching for his kisses. He pulled one nipple into his mouth and tugged until I moaned at the sweet jolts it sent through my body. His hands circled my waist and guided me over him. I answered his nudge against my melting heat by widening my knees and sliding slowly down over him.

The throbbing pleasure and pressure of him deep inside me made me arch my back. Fenton's strong arms held me there as he rocked my hips against him. Then, he moaned and lay back, biting his lip to stop from going too fast. I leaned over him, my nipples tracing his chest as I slowly swept my hips back and forth. The friction and the building pressure took my breath away. Our lips panted together, the kisses open and interrupted by cries of pleasure.

I felt his hands lock on the curve of my back, Fenton spurring me to a faster rhythm, wanting me to ride him as the wave swept us both up and over a dizzying climax.

I fell against him, shuddering with the aftershocks of ecstasy. Fenton tucked me next to his body and wrapped the duvet around us both. He kissed my forehead and before I could smile, we both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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When I woke up, it was with a strange sense of déjà vu. From the white edges of my pillow, I could see the signs of a wild party. Furniture from the suite's living room was stacked against the far wall of the master bedroom, beer bottles and empty glasses were on every available surface, and streamers thrown out by the DJ were crushed into the white carpet.

My body was heavy and languid, but not from a churning hangover. I smiled against my soft pillow and then turned my head. Fenton was fast asleep, his black hair tossed over his eyes, his stubble rasping against the pillowcase as he settled in deeper. We had come full circle from that first disastrous morning when I accidentally woke up in his bed.

I smothered a giggle as I reached for my phone, just as I had that first morning. It lay in the middle of the floor, dropped there as we had stumbled in the night before, tangled in our passion for each other. I was expecting my boss to call at any moment, and I did not want to disturb Fenton. I tried to slip out of bed and mute my phone, but it rang before I could reach it.

A shriek tore from my throat as an iron-banded arm snaked around my waist and hauled me back into bed.

"Let it go to voicemail," Fenton said. He buried his sleepy face in my hair and snuggled me down beside him. "You're not getting trying to sneak out again, are you? I seem to recall it didn't work that first time, either."

"Who says I wanted to sneak away?" I asked over my shoulder. I wriggled my backside against his warm body and Fenton moaned. "I just didn't want my phone to wake you up."

"You're right, that quiet ring was much more disturbing than you shrieking."

I turned over and slapped my pillow over his head. "That was your fault for grabbing me."