Marrying My Billionaire Hookup

“I put a tablespoon of honey in. Otherwise it’s too bland.” His tone says he’s worried he put too little honey.

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” I kiss him. “I should thank your assistant, too.” I thread my fingers through his and squeeze. “So how was work? Everything okay?”

He nods. “Nothing that couldn’t be fixed with some face time. Dad and his people just wanted a few in-person meetings.” His expression is calm. Too calm, actually.

And I’m beginning to figure out that means he’s displeased. When he’s upset, he grows impassive, like he has to be in control of himself. That probably makes him a great executive, but it can’t be good for him emotionally. My family vents freely. If we can’t do it at a particular time due to professionalism, we let it out during our dinners and lunches.

But Edgar doesn’t have any of those outlets. I’d bet my Lexus his parents aren’t the type to indulge themselves or encourage members of the family to let it out. And if you aren’t used to doing it, you aren’t going to start now all of a sudden.

On the other hand…venting to your family isn’t the only way to decompress. I smile, running my fingertips along his palm, just the nails scraping his skin.

“Ivy’s baby shower is today,” Edgar says regretfully. “We need to get ready if we don’t want to be late.”

“What time is it?” I ask, surprised.

“Ten.”

“No way,” I say.

“Yeah.”

I put the unfinished mug on the night table, then take his and place it next to mine.

He raises an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth twitching.

I straddle him. “Then we’d better hurry.”

“I don’t know if we can rush throug

h what I have in mind,” he says, his eyes going dark.

“I didn’t say rush. I said hurry.” And I kiss him before he can try to put in the last word.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Jo

Despite my best efforts, we’re late. When we both came the first time, I thought we were finished and should start getting ready. But then Edgar got hard again almost immediately, and we had to go for round two. Life tip: it’s difficult to say no when a man’s erection is still lodged inside you, and you’re still so wet you’re dripping.

But it was worth it to see Edgar so relaxed and happy. And I’m feeling pretty awesome, if I do say so myself.

And late or not, we have gifts for Ivy’s twins… Although as we get closer to Tony’s mansion, I start having second thoughts.

“Do you think they’re enough?” I ask for the third time, worried about the mini-tux and mini-dress.

“Yes,” Edgar says.

“But she’s a billionaire.” I’ve never been to a billionaire’s baby shower. What if I’m expected to bring something more extravagant than Armani?

“Actually, she isn’t. Tony is. And this is just a party to celebrate their twins and give some thoughtful gifts. No big deal. Just don’t be surprised if it’s a bit unorthodox, though. Yuna’s mother is in charge.”

“Is her mom…weird?” If Yuna’s mom’s half as over-the-top as Yuna…

“She’s from a very wealthy family, as you know, and she’s…set in her ways.”

That must be a polite way of saying Yuna got her attitude from her mom.

“She decided to informally adopt Ivy as her own child a little while back, and she’s been acting as Ivy’s mother since Tony and Ivy reunited. Just…don’t be surprised at anything you see today. Yuna was worried because Koreans don’t usually do baby showers, and her mother is going to do whatever she feels is appropriate.”