Admit You Miss Me (Irresistible Billionaires 1)

Nobody rocked my world like Charlie did. He had never lost his way with my body after all these years. I hadn’t lost my mojo either. His cock was the first one that I ever sucked. He was the reason I had gotten so good at it. As much as I liked to have him in my mouth, feeling him deep inside me, so powerful and solid, drove me out of my mind. My orgasm was coming on. I slid a hand to my clit.

“I love it when you touch yourself, baby,” I heard him say. My eyes were squeezed shut. The hard length of him inside me was overwhelming enough. His weight on top of me, his breath and voice in my ear, our bodies perfectly in sync doing incredible things to each other pushed me over the edge. I didn’t want it to stop but I did at the same time. It was almost too much. I wanted to let go.

When I came, I was blinded for a second. Everything in me collided, sparks and shrapnel flew, torrents raced through my limbs. Charlie sped up. I felt the pulse of his cock inside me as he blew his load. He panted, catching his breath. I was spent, slumped on the bed underneath him. He rolled onto the bed at my side, wrapping me in his arms so we were spooning.

Words, well, they were easy. It was harder to mean what you said and even harder than that to show it. I felt it when we had sex. When we came together, I believed him when he said he wanted me, needed me, wanted us to be together. It was peaceful again. If Veronica’s visit was the storm, this was the rainbow once it had cleared. It was impossible to keep my eyes open after that.

I felt myself come back to consciousness, the sleep clearing from my mind. I became aware of where I was. Bed. I must have passed out last night right after sex. Everything told me that it was morning, but my body didn't want to cooperate. I opened my eyes, squinting from the light. I fell asleep with Charlie last night after he came here after his charity thing. Speaking of...

I pushed myself up off the bed and looked around. Oh. I was alone. Oh, that was nice. He made that whole speech about how he only felt like himself around me, fucked me, then ditched me the next morning.

Nice.

Wait a minute, I thought. Maybe he just had an early morning. Maybe he was downstairs waiting for me to join him for breakfast and I was upset for no reason. I felt a little pit in my stomach, thankful I was alone because I was embarrassed.

Upset? Who said I was upset? Whatever. I needed to manage my expectations with him anyway. This was a good way to start. I sighed and shuffled to the edge of the bed to grab my phone off the nightstand.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I swore, practically jumping off the bed. It was already eight-thirty. What the hell. I never ever slept in. I had half an hour to get myself ready for work and actually get there on time. I didn't even have time to be mad at Charlie. I ran into the shower and took the quickest one of my life, washing off the evidence of last night. I got dressed and ran straight past the kitchen. I’d just have to figure ou

t coffee and food when I got out the door.

What the hell was I thinking last night? I was going to set my alarm but then Charlie showed up and, well things ended up going in a very different direction. I still should have done it before I fell asleep. I had some money now because of the down payment and I was going to get the rest of the value later. That, however, was no excuse to get sloppy with my day job. I was not putting all those eggs in one basket. I wouldn’t allow my full trust to lie on this man who I didn’t know whether I hated or loved currently.

I ran out of the house and started down the sidewalk when I heard someone calling my name. I stopped. A slightly older man in a suit, Barry, Charlie's driver was chasing after me.

“Miss Andrews,” he said. “Mr. Hampton instructed me to drive you to work today.”

I stared at him, out of breath, annoyed, and almost late for work. I took a couple of deep breaths so that I didn’t lash out, taking my frustration out on an innocent party.

“Mr. Hampton said what?” I asked.

“He had to leave for an early meeting this morning. He apologizes that he was not able to be there when you woke up but he wishes you a good day. He instructed me to drive you to work.”

The most important part of that statement was that I was getting a ride to work. I jumped in the back of the car and Barry started the trip. I exhaled deeply, feeling like I hadn't stopped moving since I woke up. I was still probably going to be a few minutes late, but not as late as I would be if I had used the subway.

Early meeting? Seemed likely. I didn't actually know what Charlie did as his day job, but bright idea sending the car back to me. It was almost like he knew I would be completely knocked out after last night and would need a little help. last night was a mistake. No, last night was great. No, both of those things could be true at the same time.

Had we heard the same speech from his mother? Was it just me who was missing some information? What actually happened at that charity function? After Charlie left, I thought that was him basically taking his mother’s words to heart. He was just going to do what she said and cooperate. Sure I was pregnant already and that was going to be its own burning bridge to cross, but I figured it would be his problem, not ours. I intended to disengage.

I was ready to talk to him about keeping things strictly professional between us. It really shouldn't have bugged me what he was doing at the charity thing, but just the fact that his mother wanted him to go specifically to meet a woman really got to me. And then he fucking went. What the hell was I supposed to think?

It was good, very good but last night probably shouldn't have happened. I didn't know how far he intended to take his mother's orders. Whatever he decided to do, I didn't want to end up looking and feeling dumb. I mean, why take a couple of really good hookups and turn them into something when the guy you hooked up with was steady being set up with actual princesses by his mother?

I did like him though. That, unfortunately, had not changed. Maybe if we just kept it up until the baby came? Was that feasible? We were going to be living in the same house and I had heard that a woman's libido went up when she was pregnant. We got along, and the sex was great so maybe we could just go with the flow until the baby got here and then I could get out of his way so he could marry a Hilton. Nothing wrong with keeping up the illusion. It seemed to be what he wanted, sending me the car today and everything.

Yeah. Yes. Everything would be fine. I would see Charlie at some point today and I would tell him what I was feeling. Or maybe I wouldn’t? Whatever. At the moment, thankfully I had bigger things to worry about.

I tried to walk into work like I wasn’t late. Maggie saved me, slipping me a granola bar so I wasn’t running on empty and got to work. I forgot about Charlie pretty easily while fighting my way through Excel. Jameson scared me when he popped up as I was engrossed in my assignment.

“I didn’t startle you, did I?” he asked.

“Yeah, you did, actually.”

“You weren’t looking at something you weren’t meant to be looking at, were you?” he asked, trying to crack a joke. I giggled nervously. Jameson and I were on good terms but we were not friends by any stretch of the word. Between that and the looks I often caught him giving me, I didn’t have friendly feelings towards him. Strictly professional, that was what we were. Was that what I wanted with Charlie?

I pushed the thought away.

“On the clock? Never,” I said.