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A Billionaire for Christmas(48)

By:Janice Maynard


Her fingernails dug into his back. He relished the stinging discomfort…found his arousal ratcheting up by a degree each time she cried out his name and marked his flesh.

But nothing prepared him for the feel of her climax as she tightened on his shaft and came apart in release. He held her close, feeling the aftershocks that quivered in her sex like endless ripples of sensation.

When he knew she was at peace, he lost it. Slamming into her without finesse or reason, he exploded in a white-hot flash of lust. He lost a few seconds in the aftermath, his mouth dry and his head pounding.

Barely conscious, he tried to spare her most of his weight. He had come twice in quick succession, and his brain was muddled, incredulous that he wanted her still.

Phoebe stirred restlessly. “We should get some sleep.” Her words were barely audible, but he caught the inference.

No way. She wasn’t leaving him. No way in hell. Rolling onto his side, he scooped her close, spooning her with a murmur of satisfaction. Though her soft bottom pressed into the cradle of his thighs, his arousal was a faint whisper after two incredible climaxes. The need he felt was more than physical.

Her head pillowed on his arm, he slept.

* * *

He couldn’t mark the moment consciousness returned, but he knew at once that he was alone. Sunlight peeked in around the edges of the drapes, the reflection strangely bright. He could hear the furnace running, and although the fire had long since burned out, he was plenty warm.

Sitting up with a groan, he felt muscle twinges that came from a night of carnal excess. Thinking about it made him hard. He cursed, well aware that any repeat of last night’s sexual calisthenics was hours in the future.

Phoebe had put away all the bedding she had used on the sofa. But on the kitchen counter he saw a pot of coffee steaming. He stood up, feeling as if he’d been on a weekend bender. Grabbing his robe that had gotten wedged beneath the edge of the sofa, he slid his arms into the sleeves and zeroed in on the life-saving caffeine.

After two cups he was ready to go in search of his landlady. He found her and Teddy curled up on Phoebe’s bed reading books. She sat up when she saw him, her smile warm but perhaps tinged with reserve. “I hope we didn’t wake you.”

He put his hands on top of the door frame and stretched hard, feeling the muscles loosen bit by bit. “I didn’t hear a thing. Has he been up long?”

“An hour maybe. I gave him his bottle in here.”

They were conversing like strangers. Or perhaps a married couple with nothing much to say.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took her hand. “Good morning, Phoebe.”

Hot color flushed her cheeks and reddened her throat. “Good morning.”

He dragged her closer for a scorching kiss. “It sure as hell is.”

That surprised a laugh from her, and immediately he felt her relax. “Have you looked outside?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No. Why? Did it snow?”

She nodded. “We got three or four inches. Buford’s grandson will plow the driveway by midmorning. I know you were expecting some deliveries.”

Shock immobilized him. It had been hours since he had checked his email on Phoebe’s phone or even sent his brother a text. Never in his adult life could he remember going so long without his electronic lifelines. Yet with Phoebe, tucked away from the world, he had gradually begun to accept the absence of technology as commonplace.

Not that she was really rustic in her situation. She had phones and television. But beyond that, life was tech-free. He frowned, not sure he was comfortable with the knowledge that she had converted him in a matter of days. It was the sex. That’s all. He’d been pleasantly diverted. Didn’t mean he wanted to give up his usual M.O. on a permanent basis.

Smiling to cover his unease, he released her. “I’m going to take a shower. I can play with the kid after that if you want to clean up.”

* * *

Phoebe watched him go, her heart troubled. Something was off, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. Maybe nothing more than a bad case of morning after.

By the time both adults were clean and dressed, the sound of a tractor echoed in the distance. Soon the driveway was passable, and in no time at all, vehicles began arriving. A truck dealing with Leo’s satellite internet. The express delivery service with his new phone. A large moving van that somehow managed to turn and back up to the damaged cabin.

With the felled tree completely gone now, a small army of men began carrying out everything salvageable to place into storage until the repairs were complete. Leo didn’t even linger for breakfast. He was out the door in minutes, wading into the midst of chaos…coordinating, instructing, and generally making himself indispensable. Phoebe wasn’t sure what she would have done without his help. If she had not been laden with the responsibility of Teddy, she would have managed just fine. But caring for a baby and trying to deal with the storm damage at the same time would have made things extremely difficult.