Blackmailing The Billionaire(31)

"I love you, too, Cassie. I don't know when it happened, either, but I  can't stop thinking about you. The thought of waking up, even one more  morning, without you is unbearable. I'm stubborn, irritating, bossy, and  an ass a lot of the time, but I'm hoping you'll overlook all that and  say you will never leave me again," he finally whispered, his mouth  brushing along her slim neck. He couldn't keep his hands or mouth away  from her any longer.

As his words registered, she slowly moved her head from his shoulder and  looked into his eyes. Hers were rounded in shock and the tears stopped  flowing. He could see she was trying to figure out if he was telling the  truth.

"I want you to be my wife. I want to give you those children you've been  dreaming about. I want a miniature Cassie running around the house,  tugging on my heartstrings. I want every single night to end with you  wrapped up tightly against my body. Put me out of my misery and tell me  yes. I know it's not romantic and I should at least be down on one knee,  but I don't want to let you go. Please, marry me, and make me the  happiest man alive," he pled with her.

Cassie stared into his eyes, so full of love for this man she'd battled  with. There was no doubt she'd be his. Her heart filled once again as  she got everything she could have ever hoped for. What fools they both  had been. She hated to even think of the many tears she'd shed, when all  it would have taken was a few spoken words, and she could've been in  his arms so much sooner.

"Yes, a million times over, yes," she whispered.

Finally, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her so gently the tears  almost started up once again. Tenderness soon turned to passion as his  breath heated her lips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips,  and he kissed her deeply, their tongues tangling. He groaned deep in  his throat, which sent a bolt of awareness through her body. She shifted  her hips, rubbing against the growing arousal she felt underneath her.

His tongue moved in and out of her mouth, slow and erotic, then quick  and exciting. She pressed herself even closer to him, loving the feel of  his thick muscles beneath her hands. Her pulse was racing as he moved  his hands along her back, rubbing them against the sensitive skin of her  lower back.

He rubbed his hand over her thigh, spreading her legs wider, his fingers  rubbing along the waistband of her pants. Soon, her clasp was undone,  and she was wiggling to get out of the bothersome material. She didn't  want anything separating them, there were far too many clothes in the  way.

He slid the pants over her hips, tossing them out of the way, and the  feel of his soft slacks on her naked thighs was a new sensation, one she  liked very much. He continued caressing her legs, his hand sliding  higher until he brushed against the satin of her already wet panties.  She was aching for him, more so than she could ever remember before.

"Please, Max," she begged him, needing him to touch her. It had only  been a little more than a week, but she missed his touch. She craved  what only he could bring her.

"Open your eyes," he whispered as he swiped his tongue across her bottom  lip. She barely managed to slit them open. He looked deep into her eyes  as his finger easily slid into her aching body. She clenched around  him, the feel of his hand caressing her most intimate place almost  sending her cascading over a cliff.

"You're so beautiful," he said huskily as he moved his hand in and out  of her body, his thumb swiping against her swollen nub. "Yes, let go,"  he continued seducing her with his hands and words. He tugged on her  neck, bringing her mouth back to his as he continued to caress her moist  heat. She felt bold and beautiful, and wanted more. He slipped his  finger inside her again and she exploded in a flash of color as he  slowed his movements, drawing out her pleasure. She collapsed against  him, feeling sated for the moment.         

     



 

He lifted her in his arms, his body shaking from his own aroused state.  He quickly walked the short distance to her room and laid her on top of  the blankets. She felt her body quickly become aroused again as she  watched him shed his clothes in record time. His glorious body rippled  in front of her in the pale moonlight, shining in through the small  window. She felt herself quivering, wanting him to join their bodies  together. She loved him, and making love with him, knowing he felt the  same was taking her to a place beyond ecstasy.

He bent over her, stripping her remaining clothes off, then bent his  head to kiss her again, as he rubbed his body over hers. She felt the  press of his arousal against her core, and spread her legs wider,  wanting him to sink inside her.

He moved his mouth down her throat, scooting further down the bed. She  shook her head no. She wanted him pressed into her, now. He ran his  hands over her aching breasts, rubbing her beaded nipples between his  fingers, causing new sensations to rush through her body. Then, he bent  his head and fastened his mouth around one aching bud, sucking it within  his mouth, rubbing his tongue along the rosy peak.

Her back arched off the bed. His hand came up and rubbed her other  breast, squeezing the nipple, causing her to cry out in pleasure. She  couldn't take anymore. There was too much sensation.

"Please, Max. I need you so much," she begged him. He moved quickly up  her body, needing his own fulfillment. He tested her heat, satisfied she  was ready for his solid manhood. As he slipped his tongue back into her  mouth, he thrust deep inside her body. They groaned in unison at the  exquisite pleasure of being joined together.

He grabbed her hip, raising her higher so he could move deep within her  folds, thrusting fast and hard, giving them what they needed. Her body  ached as the pressure built in every sensitive place within her. The  faster he moved, the more she wanted. She was greedy for everything he  could ever give her, and more.

She raked her hands down his back, pulling him tighter, not wanting even  a scant centimeter between them. Their bodies slid against each other  as a fine sheen of sweat built up on them. She pushed her hips toward  him, meeting his every thrust, reaching toward release.

He pushed deep inside and she shattered. Flashes of light appeared  beneath her eyelids, as she exploded in a wave of pleasure. She couldn't  believe how she shook with release not long after he'd already sated  her body. He shook above her as her body gripped him tightly, pulling  him even deeper inside her.

He cried out as he pumped inside her, spilling his seed deep within her  womb. After a few more, far gentler thrusts, he collapsed on top of her,  his head cradled between her breasts, his breath warming her already  hot skin.

They remained lying there for several moments, both of them trying to  get their breathing under control. Finally, she couldn't breathe with  his weight on top of her. She didn't want to move, but she certainly  didn't want to suffocate after so much pleasure. She laughed with joy  and humor as she pushed on his shoulder.

"I'd love to lie like this all night, but you're a bit heavy," she said.

"Oh, really," he teased back, but turned so he was on his back and she  was draped over his body. "I think I passed out there for a minute," he  told her as he gently brushed her hair from her face. "I love you,  Cassie McIntyre. More than I ever thought possible."

"I love you, Max Anderson, and I will show you every day of our lives  how much," she said. He pulled her head forward and kissed her again.  Their bodies were spent, but they enjoyed many hours that night,  touching, caressing, and talking about their future.

Cassie fell asleep with a smile still on her face, no longer afraid to  dream of her future. Nothing could replace the happiness she felt. She  had more than she ever thought possible to want. She would never be  lonely again, not with her fiancé, and the added bonus of a huge and  loving family.





Epilogue





"I know I shouldn't complain, but I have to say I'm a bit disappointed I  couldn't take credit for Max and Cassie," George said as he looked at  the two people in question. They were taking advantage of the mistletoe  still hanging from Christmas.

"Well, at least he's married, and I can't believe she's pregnant,  already. Must have been some honeymoon," Joseph said, patting his  brother on the back.

"I can't wait to hold my new grandbaby," George said. He loved his  newest daughter-in-law. She was a breath of fresh air. His heart had  nearly broken when he found out the poor girl had lost her parents in a  horrible car accident. At least she had all of them now. She'd never be  without family again.         

     



 

"Well, we still have two of your children to work on," Joseph said, and  George cheered up. His family was right where they were supposed to be  all along. The children were gathering often, and the holidays were full  of laughter and good-will. He was a happy man.