Page 58 of Billionaire's Desire
“I am so glad you did. Can I hold you now?”
“Yes, please.”
With my chest bare, my cock hard and her in disarray, I lay down on the bed and drag her to me, reveling in the way she feels in my arms. And as we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I know that I want to make her feel loved and cherished. I may want her, but more than anything, I want to protect her and make her feel safe.
“Thank you for letting me do that for you,” I whisper into her hair.
“Mmmh.”
I continue to hold her in my arms, feeling the weight of her body against mine. I rub soothing circles on her back, feeling the tension in her muscles begin to ease.
As I stroke her hair, I can’t help but admire how beautiful she is. Her brunette locks fall around her face in soft waves, and I can’t resist running my fingers through them.
But as I look down at her, I realize that she’s dozed off in my arms. I smile to myself, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment wash over me.
I continue to stroke her hair, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. She looks so peaceful, so innocent, and I feel a fierce protectiveness well up inside of me.
I can’t believe how much I care about her. From the moment I met her, I felt a connection with her, even though I was annoyed and confused when we first met. Now that I’ve gotten to know her better, I can’t imagine my life without her.
As I hold her, I realize that I want to be there for her, to protect her and care for her in any way I can. I want to be the one she turns to when she needs comfort, the one she trusts with her deepest fears and desires.
I brush a strand of hair away from her face, marveling at how delicate and precious she seems at this moment.
Suddenly, she stirs slightly, her eyes fluttering open. I freeze, not wanting to wake her, but as she looks up at me with a small smile, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.
“Hey,” I say softly, returning her smile.
“Hey,” she replies, her voice groggy.
“You fell asleep,” I say, continuing to stroke her hair.
“I did?” she asks, looking up at me with a hint of surprise.
“Yeah,” I say, feeling a small sense of pride that I was able to help her relax.
She snuggles closer to me, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I feel a sense of peace wash over me as I hold her, feeling her warmth and her presence in my arms.
“I’m sorry I got so scared earlier,” she says suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s okay,” I say, running my hand through her hair. “You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’ll always be here for you.”
She looks up at me, her eyes shining with emotion. “Thank you,” she says, before leaning up to kiss me gently on the lips.
As we kiss, I feel a sense of tenderness and love wash over me.
“Stay.”
“What?” she lifts her gaze to meet mine.
“Stay the night.”
“I have to work in the morning.”
“I will set an alarm. Stay.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
