A Baby for the Billionaire(58)

“You,” she said as she tilted her head back to give him access. “Right now.”

“What if I want to play?” he whispered in her ear.

She shivered at the hot breath running over her skin. “Later,” she promised. “Right now, I just need you inside me.”

“Mmm.” He rocked against her, the rough denim of his jeans rubbing between her thighs. “I could be persuaded to speed things up. Provided I get to be in charge next time.”

Using her leg as leverage, she flipped their positions. “I won’t leave you with any complaints,” she said.

With quick fingers, she unzipped his jeans and tugged them from his body along with his boxers.

“So much better.” She leaned down to draw her tongue over his hard cock, feeling him jerk beneath her hands as he fought not to buck into her mouth.

Clara took her time, letting her hair brush over his abdomen as she drew him deeper into her mouth.

“Christ, sweetheart. If fast is what you want, it’s what you’ll get if you keep doing that.”

In response, she flicked her tongue over the crown of his cock. Power surged through her as she teased him. He could drive her to distraction, but right now, all the decisions were hers. To taste him with a light brush of her tongue, to swallow him down till his guttural groan echoed in the air around them. Her nails dug into his thighs as she rocked over him. Tension thrummed in his body. Every movement had him straining against her until the salty taste of him touched her tongue.

“Stop,” he panted. “I want to be inside of you.”

With a last languid lick, she released his glistening cock to toss him a smile.

“Me too,” she purred.

Blindly he reached for the bedside table and the box of condoms they’d stashed inside. In no time, he unrolled one onto his long length before his hands sought hers.

Evading him, she threw a leg over his hips.

“Now, now,” she said. “I thought I was in charge this time?”

Positioning him under her, she sank down with a groan of pleasure.

“Clara,” he panted as he slid inside her. “Yes.”

Grabbing the headboard for support, she raised her hips before descending back down on him once more.

Pleasure flooded through her as she found her rhythm, rocking over him at a slow, steady pace.

Two hands came up to cup her hips as he arched under her. As gasp escaped her and he slid deeper, sending more spikes of ecstasy through her core.

Needing more of a connection, she leaned down, bracing herself against the mattress as she lifted her hips. He caught her questing lips with his own, kissing her deeply while she rode him.

“More,” she whispered against his mouth. Her speed increased as her orgasm built within her. In this position, she had the power to control their pace. Control the steady build of pleasure.

Their panting breath mingled as she moved faster, giving in to the need they both felt.

“So close,” he said, brushing the hair away from her face to see her eyes.

Holding his gaze, she gave in to her body’s needs, riding him with desperation as her climax drew tantalizingly near.

“Yes,” she cried, biting her lip. “Just a little…”

Slamming herself down on him one more time she broke apart with a cry. Pleasure crashed through her, making her go stiff as Walker rolled her under him and thrust into her furiously.

“Clara,” he shouted her name as his own climax took him.

She smiled with closed eyes. For a second, time stood still as she floated in a sea of satisfaction.

“How could I ever let you go?” he growled to her, burying his face in her neck.

“Don’t,” she sighed as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Don’t ever let me go.

Because there was nowhere else she ever wanted to be but here.





Chapter Eighteen


Clara dug her thumbnail into the side of the kitchen island as Emily bustled around the room. Hunter was fast asleep upstairs, and the nanny was about to take off for the evening.

Exactly the one thing she was afraid of.

Usually she looked forward to Emily’s departure. Once the doors closed behind her, Clara was alone with her family. Or those she desperately wanted to claim as hers. She and Walker would sooth the restless baby, or fall into bed together, or sometimes, just sit side by side in mutual exhaustion and oddly, contentment.

Tonight was different.

“Do you want me to get you anything before I go?”

Her head jerked up at Emily’s offer. “No, I’m fine. Have a good night and thanks for your help today.”

Emily paused in the act of folding a dish towel. Setting it aside, she slid into the chair next to Clara.

“Are you all right?”