Page 64 of Billionaire Falls First

Page List
Font Size:

Asshole.I don’t want to give in to him but I’m too mired in the rapture of him to argue.

“Amelie?”

“Iwill.”

“Good. We’ll go out together and I’ll take you girls wherever you want to go. Agreed?”

“Okay.”

“Promise?’

“Yes.I promise. Please, Dally. Please.”

I don’t know if this is a healthy bargain to make or not. I hardly care. Because he’s thrusting now with measured, brutal intent, taking me to some kind of heavenly brink and then pushing me over it. We’re locked in a gripping, grinding war, until I’m crying his name and writhing in ecstasy as my pussy clamps tightly around his deeply-insinuated cock, tugging the throbbing pleasure and pulsing seed from him like my life depends on it.

38

Dallas kisses my forehead,waking me. “Hey, beautiful.”

He carried me back inside and tucked me into his bed after … whatever it was that happened. It was the most intense orgasm I’ve had so far. It somehow broke me wide open and then reassembled all my broken pieces in a way that fit together better. It sounds crazy and it is. I’m still adjusting.

I must have dozed off. My dreams were steeped in hazy, New Orleans-esque colors. It takes me a few seconds to recalibrate to the clean, neutral lines and humming luxury of Dallas’s apartment.

“I’m heading downstairs now. I’ll make it as quick as I can. I’ve turned the jacuzzi jets on for you. There’s plenty of food in the fridge and I’ll take you and Sadie out to dinner before we go to the club. Anywhere you want to go.”

He’s freshly showered and wearing … a suit.

My eyes scan the wide set of his shoulders, his broad chest and the muscles of his arms, which are now encased in …wow.

It’s a really nice suit. Like,reallynice. It’s made of thick, beautiful material and fits him like it was made especially for him. Which it no doubt was. He looks more formal and untouchable than I’m used to.

I haven’t seen him dressed like this before and it reminds me of who he actually is. World-famous and obscenely successful.

I’m also reminded of our deal. Dallas held me for a while, after our argument and our rough, earth-shattering sex. And I remember that he’s making some kind of concession here, maybe. In the end, I guess we came to an agreement. “Okay.”

He kisses my lips, softly, like he’s wary of falling under my spell again if he gives me anything more. “Relax and enjoy an hour or two of total peace. We’ll go out as soon as I get back.”

Even if I’m still a little mad at him, the thought of him leaving makes me miss him already. We haven’t been apart since he picked me up for the helicopter ride almost a month ago. “How long will it take?”

He likes my question, that I might need him. “Two hours tops.”

It’s daunting, the thought of being alone inside this cavernous apartment at the top of the world. But I don’t let on. “Have fun at the office.”

Dallas reads the light waver, maybe. He touches two fingers under my chin, tilting my face up to his. “Hey.” He stares into my eyes. “Iloveyou. And I’ll be back soon.”

I bite my lip because he’s said it to me many times now andI still haven’t said it back. In all honesty, I don’t know how to say it back. My broken trust-o-meter starts cranking up and protesting rustily whenever I begin to even think about saying it back.

He blows me a kiss and the gesture is sort of heartbreaking, coming from a tatted-up sex god in Hugo Boss who I feverishly wish didn’t have to leave me.

But this is good, I remind myself. It’s important to have space sometimes. It’s sort of what I was arguing with him about just an hour ago. Almost.

Don’t start needing him, Amelie Thibodeaux. That’s when things always start to fall apart.My flip-flopping emotions are just part of my own damages and I force all of them back into their cages. I blow a kiss back to him.

He heads for the elevator doors and then he’s gone.

I get out bed sort of gingerly. Our angry-sex was intense and I’m sore in places I didn’t even know I had muscles. There are light bruises on my arms and my hips. My hair is an absolute bird’s nest. And my thighs are streaked with several layers of both wet and now-dried … love.

My phone rings from the kitchen and I go to find it.