Billionaire Bachelors 3 ; The Billionaire Falls(23)

"Um … the bouncer over there said you guys need to break it up," the poor guy was so embarrassed he was stuttering.

Mark finally seemed to realize where he was and what he'd been doing and backed up a little bit from Emily. "Thanks," he mumbled to the kid. He then grabbed her hand and started pulling her towards the doorway.

"We are getting out of here now," he stated.

Emily had no desire to argue with him. She'd been fighting her own desires for too long and it was time she got some satisfaction. "I'm ready to leave," she purred.

Mark walked out of the bar, never letting go of her hand. When they reached his truck he picked her up and sat her in the seat, slipping in between her opened legs. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply again. His hand slipped between their bodies and he caressed her hardened nipple.

She heard a moan and was startled to realize the sound had come from her. "Please take me home," she begged him.

He kissed her one more time and then pushed her legs into the truck. He jumped in the driver's door and pulled out of the parking lot like the place was about to explode. The drive back to the ranch took half the time it had taken to get to town. The silence was just as noticeable on the return trip but for far different reasons.

They screeched to a stop a few feet from the front steps and he leapt from the truck. "Please don't change your mind," he pleaded, as he pulled open her door. Emily didn't answer him with words. She smiled seductively at him and then reached down and rubbed her hand over the bulging evidence of his desire, as she leaned into him and ran her tongue over his neck.

"This is going to end far too quickly if you keep that up," he croaked. He then scooped her up into his arms and ran into the house and up the stairs. Emily didn't even know if he got the front door closed.

He made it to the bedroom and then took her hard and fast against the door. Neither of them could hold out long enough to reach the bed.

Emily woke to find Mark staring down at her, while rubbing her from the top of her thigh, to her neck and back down. She could feel the desire start to pool again and didn't see how it was possible.




 

 

After their explosive love making, they'd passed out in each other's arms on top of the covers. When the cool night air woke them, he'd made slow sweet love to her again, before they fell asleep, too exhausted to even move.

She glanced at the clock and was shocked to see it was almost noon. She'd slept for nine hours straight. She never did that. She groaned a bit as Mark's hand caressed her tender breast and then teased the nipple.

"Mark we need to talk … " she began.

"No," he said simply.

"Mark listen … "

"No this time you listen," he said, before pinning her hands above her head with one of his hands, as the other one continued caressing her body.

She was really trying to reason with him but he was making it impossible. The feeling of being trapped under him and having him in complete control was extremely erotic. The hand that was touching her was causing her to lose all thoughts of stopping.

"You will not run away this time. I understand all your reasons for wanting to keep things distant but when two people have the kind of chemistry we have together, it's a crime not to pursue it. If it works out great, if it doesn't, I promise I will take care of you," he said in between kissing her and nipping at her in places she didn't even know were sensitive until he touched them.

"You're making me sound like a mistress," she gasped at him. She was trying to remember that was a bad thing.

"No, I want you as my girlfriend, my companion, my lover. I would never try and buy you," he said with complete seriousness.

As he paused in his administering, to show her how serious he was she couldn't think of a single argument against what he was saying. She wanted him so much and she really didn't see how they could go backwards at that point anyway.

"But what about Trevor?" she said in a last ditch effort to reason with him.

"I love Trevor," he said matter-of-factly.

That was all it took for Emily to cave into the man. She couldn't fight him or the relationship anymore. He was still looking at her, waiting to see what she would say.

"Please kiss me," she finally pled. Her simple words were all it took to break the damn. They didn't leave the room for a few more hours.

Emily felt so guilty when she finally made it downstairs. Edward gave her a wink when she stepped through the kitchen doors, which made her face turn a deep shade of red.

"How was your night?" he asked knowingly.

"It was great to get out," she mumbled. "I'm sorry I slept so long. Thank you for looking after Trevor."