Love Redesigned (Lakefront Billionaires #1) by Lauren Asher

His fingers grip my hips as he fucks me like a man on the brink of madness, and I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to reality.

I’m desperate to find purchase as I cling to him. My heels dig into his ass as he switches his rhythm, pounding into me hard enough that I slide across the counter.

He finds the sensitive spot between my shoulder and my neck before he sucks on the skin.

“Hey.” I smack him away.

He shuts me up with another eye roll-inducing grind of his hips. His blunt nails scrape against my ass as he holds me in place, fucking me within an inch of my life.

Julian, with his dark, dilated eyes, acts like a man possessed by my pussy as he collects my wetness and teases my clit with it. “You like my cock?”

I fake gasp. “Did my dripping pussy give me away?”

“That mouth will get you in trouble one day.” He swipes my bottom lip.

“I hope so.” My tongue darts out to tease his finger.

His deep chuckle is the only warning I get before he pulls all the way back until only the tip remains. I get ready to protest, but I’m cut off when he pushes back into me with every ounce of strength he possesses.

I gasp for air.

It’s too much. From the sting of his cock stretching me to the pace he sets, I’m a goner.

I shatter around his cock with a loud cry. My vision turns dark as I lose touch with reality and free-fall headfirst into my orgasm.

“Hermosa,” he says as he tips my head back.

My stomach takes a dive into deep, dangerous waters. Julian swallows my moan with a kiss, pressing hard enough to bruise my lips.

He fucks me through my orgasm while whispering sweet praises into my ear.

“That’s my girl,” he says without breaking his rhythm. “Look at me.” He tugs on my hair until my eyes snap open.

“Mi preciosa,” he whispers against my ear before nipping at the curve.

My fuzzy brain fails to fully process the words fast enough as he comes with a groan.

His swift movements turn jerky before they halt altogether. I brush my fingers through his hair, fixing the strands while he comes down from his high.

Hermosa: Gorgeous.



Mi preciosa: Beautiful.



“Shit.” His forehead presses against mine.

“You liked it?” I’m not usually so demanding in circumstances like these, but Julian challenges me at everything, so I find myself desperate to gain some kind of control over him.

The thought makes me laugh at myself.

No one can control Julian—least of all me. If anything, I unleashed a devious part of him that he has kept locked away, and I can’t wait to do it again.

You’re playing a game you won’t win, the cautionary voice in my head calls out.

Then you better make sure Julian can’t win either.

He kisses the top of my head as he pulls out with a groan. “I’m afraid you might have ruined sex with any other woman for me.”

Best news ever.





CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX


Dahlia


“So, about my room…” Julian hesitates outside his bedroom door.

“What about it could possibly make you this nervous?” I reach for the knob, only to be blocked by his wide body as he steps in front of it.

He rubs the back of his neck. “Well...”

“Is it your bobblehead collection?”

His head shakes. “No. I got rid of that years ago.”

“Thank God, because they creeped me out.”

He shoots me a look.

“Do you have porn magazines or posters or something?” I ask.

“Seeing as I’m not a teenager who was born before the internet existed, no.”

“Maybe a pocket pussy in your nightstand drawer?”

His entire face turns red. “A pocket—you know what? Screw this.” He throws the door open and steps out of the way. “Go ahead.”

My feet remain firmly planted against the floor as I take in his bedroom from the doorway. I blink a few times to be sure.

“You… This…”

Julian’s eyes shut. “I can explain. It’s…” His voice drifts off, along with his confidence.

Everything.

I take a few steps inside and stop in front of the hand-knotted wool rug I designed with Curated Living. It took me a whole month to nail my vision, and I went through hundreds of sketches and samples before everything clicked.

The same can be said for most of the furniture and custom décor scattered around Julian’s bedroom. Each piece holds a memory of my career, and I find myself getting choked up as I catalog at least one item from each of my collection drops.

He didn’t buy everything, because that would have been excessive, but he purchased enough to prove that he followed each launch and chose a favorite.

A burst of warmth barrels through my chest, stronger than any solar flare.

He supported your dreams without you knowing it.

I blink away the mistiness in my eyes before turning to him.

“I thought you weren’t a fan.” My voice cracks.

“Of the show? Fuck no.” He scowls.

“Of me.”

His eyes drop to the hardwood floor.

I walk up to his dresser and run my finger across the edge of the ceramic bowl I designed. “Why were you afraid of how I would react to your shrine?”