My Billionaire Fling by Maci Dillon
SOPHIA
Taking Kelli’s advice, I agree to meet with Gabe to look at the suites he arranged for us to view.
“Can you see yourself living here?” he asks as we take the elevator back down to the ground floor.
I’m hesitant to admit the top-level suite which expands the full floor overlooking the river, with the London Eye lit up in the distance, would be a perfect place to reside. The space is elegant and sophisticated, and with my personal touches, I’d be proud to call it home.
And the rooftop gardens with a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of London city are to die for.
But I love my apartment.
And my life.
Living it on my own terms without cause for question by any other person.
“You don’t like it,” he adds when my silence continues.
“It’s not that, Gabe. Moving in together is a lot when it’s only for a short time. Wouldn’t it be easier to stage a break-up, let the media have their jilted bride story, and be done with it?”
Practicality wins, in my opinion. Moving out of my apartment, which I love immensely, and the time spent decorating a new residence to make it a home hardly seems worth it for the sake of appeasing people who mean nothing to either of us.
“You want to break up?” Gabe stops in his tracks after stepping out of the elevator and turns to me. “Is that honestly the way you want to play this?”
With a sigh, I lift my eyes to his and falter at the emotion I see looking back at me. “Were we ever really together?” I whisper quietly.
“Fucking hell, Sophia, how can you ask me that? You don’t honestly believe I have this much work to attend to out of our London office, do you? I travel here mostly to spend time with you. I haven’t thought of another woman since we met.”
“You haven’t?”
Honestly, other men are far from my mind, too, but it’s not a conscious decision. I simply have no interest. Besides, Gabe takes care of all my needs in every way a man should.
“We never talked about being exclusive,” I continue defensively.
“My wanting to tell your brothers about us wasn’t enough of a clue?” The foolish look on his face, eyebrows raised, I can’t help but laugh at him. Yet, I’m the one who should be laughed at.
“And I shut you down without a second thought.”
He takes my hands in his, caressing my knuckles with each of his thumbs. “Yeah, about that. I may have told them at the gala that I intended to make you mine.”
“You did?” My eyes widen at his admission, and my pulse raises a few beats per minute.
“Fuck woman, you amaze me. You’re so wrapped up in your clients finding love, you’re blinded to the idea for yourself. I intend to change that. But for now, let’s head back to your place, and I’ll remind you what you’d be missing by denying me.”
“Now that’s a challenge I’m willing to accept.”
“There was no doubt in my mind.”
GABE
We barely make it through the door at Sophia’s with our clothes on. She escapes my grasp to dump her briefcase and handbag on the table, and I’m not a fan of waiting. They weren’t handing out patience the day I was born.
From behind, I lift her blouse, and my hands sneak below the waistband of her pants. “Ohh.” She leans back into my chest as I rub her clit with the tip of my finger, desperate to seek out her wet pussy.
Seconds later, I’m done with the fabric between us. Tugging Sophia’s pants down swiftly, I then strip her shirt off and spin her toward me. I make quick work of removing her bra and panties and cover her nipples with hot kisses. She loves when I scrape my teeth over the hardened tips, and I can’t resist.
Maybe it’s the idea of moving in with her or marrying her, I don’t know, but I’m as horny as a teenager watching his first porno. I position Sophia on the table’s edge in front of me, and she quickly helps me out of my shirt. As soon as I have her resting on the table, propped up on her outstretched hands, she lifts her legs over my shoulders and I unbuckle my pants, promptly stepping out of them when they fall to my feet.
Not wanting to waste any time, I dive between her thighs, missing the taste of her something fierce. Her sweet arousal is my drug of choice, and I can’t live without it. The idea is maddening. I feast on her pussy until she’s squirming out of my hold, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, and her juices dripping from my chin.
“I need your cock, Gabe.”
“Tell me you miss it,” I growl, needing to hear the words.
“I miss it as much as you miss my pussy, now, fuck me. Please.”
My cock is so hard, it fucking hurts. Entering her, it takes all my control not to come on the first stroke. Minutes later, I can’t be bothered holding back any longer. With every thrust into her wetness, I watch her breasts bounce from the movement and tease her clit with my fingers until she’s screaming at me for a release.
“Gabe, I need to come. Please, Gabe, please…”
As I lean over her slightly, I see the moment I hit her sweet spot. When I feel her walls squeeze my cock, I’m a goner. “Come, sweetheart, let it go.”
Our breaths come out heavy and loud as we succumb to the ecstasy that keeps bringing us back together.
When we finally move, I help Sophia to the floor, and collect her clothes. I chuckle when I glance at the table. “Maybe we’ll eat on the sofa tonight?”
