Illusion (Billionaire in Disguise 2)

“It’s because it’s you. It’s because you’re simply you. Stubborn to a fault, stronger than any woman I’ve ever met, and secrets twenty miles deep. There’s so much to learn about you, and the more I learn, the more I understand you. The more I learn, the more my cravings grow for you. When I saw you take that bullet, when I saw you go down onto the floor bleeding ...”

I drew in a deep breath as I closed my eyes, allowing the steam of the shower to encompass my body.

“I thought I’d lost you. Not you, my bodyguard. Not you, my protector. Not you, my Florence Nightingale bullshit effect. But you. Sam. Samantha Williams. I thought I had lost you. I kept saying to myself, ‘if Jacob kills her, he’s done.’ ‘If Jacob kills her, he’s dead.’ When I picked up that paperweight and chucked it at his head, every single ounce of me wanted him to feel the pain he had inflicted on you. And when I carried you to the elevator, I kept cursing you, wondering why the fuck you would take that bullet instead of shoving me away from it.”

I lifted my gaze and stared at the frosted glass. I could see the outline of her body. She was turned fully toward me, her hazy curves enticing me even now. I couldn’t see her eyes, but I knew she was staring at me.

I knew she was looking at me and taking in every word I was saying.

“I know you’re scared, and I know you can’t stand this. I know you’ve been groomed to not give into things like this and to not be manipulated by people around you. But I’m not manipulating you, Sam. I have no greater plot. No end game. I only have a desperate want to understand you, a deep-seated need to know you, and a passionate craving to feel you. That’s it. I have nothing else. And I know you know that. I know if you listen to me, and you really take in what I’m saying, you’ll believe it. If you analyze our interactions over the past six weeks and think back on all the times you did allow yourself to indulge in me, you would see it. Plain as day. Just like I do.”

I stood there in silence, letting her digest what I was telling her. I watched her shift on her feet, transferring her beautiful weight as water continued to pour all over her body. I pushed myself off the bathroom counter and held my hand out, pressing it against the frosted glass.

Then I watched her hand come into view, her imprint pressed up against mine.

“I love you, Sam. And nothing you do, or say, or try to convince yourself of will ever change that.”

Her hand fell quickly from the shower, and I saw her move. The door of the shower was flung open, and Sam stood there naked, dripping in hot water with her reddened eyes and her swollen breasts. My eyes danced along her, taking in her curves and her scars and her arm that was still healing. I took in the way the water trickled down the valley of her breasts, caressed down her belly button, and found its end between her legs.

She was a vision, an enigma wrapped in a tantalizing package I would never be able to resist.

She reached out for my shirt and tugged me into the shower. I stumbled in, the hot water beating against my back as she shut the shower door. Our lips collided as I backed her into the wall, pinning her hands above her head as she winced.

“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly. “Are you okay?”

She slammed her lips against mine again, her hips rolling into mine. I slid my hands down her arms, being careful of her healing wound as my lips dragged down her neck. She lobbed her head off to the side, opening up to me as my hands fell to her waist.

She fit perfectly in the palms of my hands like no other woman ever had before her.

I ripped my soaking wet clothes off my body before my lips attached to her breasts. I sucked them and licked at them, marking them as my own. Her arms slipped around my neck, her lips peppering kisses on any part of me she could access. My cock was jumping for her, leaking from its tip and begging to be inside.

I grabbed onto her thigh and hiked her leg around my waist. I grabbed my cock and slid it between her folds, teasing her body while she shook. Our lips collided as I slid into her, my throat swallowing her moans and her fingertips tangling in my hair.

Then I pressed her to the shower wall and set a relentless pace.

I pounded into her, jumping her tits against my skin. Her nails were clawing at my back, her body looking for any leverage she could gain. I could feel her trembling. I could feel her pussy fluttering. I could feel her arousal slicking my girth as I slammed into her time and time again.

Our tongues battled for dominance, sending electrical jolts through my veins as I planted my hands on the shower wall.

I rolled deeply into her, feeling her pussy lips parting for me. Her clit began to rake against my curls, forcing her body to shake for me. The water was dripping off our bodies and beating down onto our backs. The steam was swirling around us, making our skin flush with more than desire alone. I sucked on her lower lip, pulling groans from her throat as she jumped and wrapped her legs around me.

My hands dropped to her ass, holding her in midair as I fucked her.

Her gasps grew desperate, and her whimpers spiraled into incoherent syllables. I held her against my body, feeling her curves drape over my muscles. I worked for her pleasure, wanting to bring her to heights only I could give her. I wanted her babbling from the ecstasy of it all, heaving for air as the room spun around her head.

I wanted her vulnerable, so I could show her she was safe with me.

I felt my balls pulling into my body, and I dropped to the shower floor. I held her close to me, her hips bucking into mine as my cock stilled within her body. Her teeth bit down on my shoulder as her pussy clamped down around me. Her body milked me for all I had, sucking the come from my girth as we quaked against one another.

I held her close to me. I held her as tightly as she could stand. She curled her fingernails into my back, leaving marks I knew I would see in the morning. She fell into me, our bodies exhausted from the emotions coursing through our veins.

I only had one last thing to say to her. Then my argument would be done.

“No matter what, I want to make things work between us.”

Sam lifted her eyes to mine as our foreheads connected.

“No matter where all this shit takes us, and no matter what we have to battle from the past, I want to make this work,” I said.