Page 116 of Secret Heir For The Billionaire Twin

I pick up my pace to meet her, my own control beginning to fray at the edges, and reach between us to press my thumb against her clit, circling it in time with every thrust.

Her pussy walls flutter around me, then clamp down entirely as she begins to come again, her cries muffled against my shoulder.

The clench of her pussy walls squeezing the life out of my cock is enough to pull my own release free. I drive into her one final time, burying myself as deep as I can go. I begin to cum inside of her again, spurting my seed in doses, then I pull out quickly and slide up to her mouth. She then lifts halfway as she opens wide and I shove my cock to the back of her throat as she sucks and swallows the remaining load.

I stay there for a long moment, and she takes the rest of me. Then I move down on top of her, both of us catching our breath, my weight braced carefully above her so I do not crush her beneath me. When my breathing finally evens out, I ease myself from her gently and roll to the side, pulling her with me until she is tucked against my chest, one of her legs draped over mine. I reach down and drag the sheet up over both of us, the cool cotton settling against overheated skin, and press a slow kiss to the top of her head.

She sighs against my chest, her hand finding its familiar place over my heart, and I feel the last of the tension leave her body entirely as she settles deeper into the curve of me. The moonlight continues its slow crawl across the room, silvering the edge of the bed, and I tighten my arm around her, holding her close as her breathing slows into something even and unhurried. I press one more kiss to her hair, feeling my own eyes grow heavy, and let sleep pull both of us under together, tangled beneath the sheets, wrapped in the quiet dark of the room.

***

Morning light is beginning to press through the curtains when I wake. For a few seconds, I don’t move. Sophie is asleep beside me, lying on her stomach with one arm tucked beneath the pillow and the sheet tangled low around her body. Her hair is spread across the white linen, dark against the pale fabric, and one bare shoulder catches the first muted light coming off the lake.

I watch her breathe. The room is completely still. More surprising is the absence of noise inside my own head. There is no schedule running through it. No meeting waiting to be rearranged. No list of decisions already forming before I have even gotten out of bed. I cannot remember the last time I woke without immediately reaching for a phone, a clock, or some problem that needed solving. I simply lie there beside her. She shifts slightly in her sleep, moving closer without waking, and something in my chest tightens at the unconscious ease of it.

Last night comes back in fragments and my dick attempts to awake before I can get a grip on myself. I force myself out of bed before I undo the little sleep either of us managed to get. I use the bathroom, splash cold water over my face, and take a few minutes longer than necessary before returning to the bedroom.

Sophie is awake now, her blue eyes sparkling from the morning light that has filled the room.. She has rolled onto her back and pulled the sheet across herself, though her eyes are still heavy with sleep. She watches me cross the room.

“Are you leaving?”

The question is quiet, but I know exactly what she means.

Boston.

I stop beside the bed.

“No.”

Her expression softens slightly.

“I thought maybe you were doing the disappearing act again.”

“I’m not.”

I sit on the edge of the mattress and lean down to kiss her. Sophie’s hand slides behind my neck, keeping me there for another second before I pull back.

“I made plans for us today,” I tell her.

She blinks. “Plans?”

“After breakfast.”

Her mouth curves. “Should I be worried?”

“Probably.”

That earns a tired smile.

“I thought we could take the boat out,” I continue.

“You haven’t actually seen much of the lake yet. We can stop in Bellagio, maybe Como if you want, or stay on the water and decide as we go.”

She studies me for a moment.

“No interview?”

“Not this morning.”