“Say yes and I’ll have the movers at your apartment tonight. Your things will be here tomorrow.” His hand gripped the back of her knee, spreading her wider for his penetrating thrust.
Each part of his length claimed her as his. The swollen tip that marked her with the scent of his precum, her womb that eagerly waited to be filled, and his long thick length that rubbed the secret spot he and he alone would explore.
“I want your answer.”
Didn’t he already take it? Didn’t he already know what she needed before she did?
“Yes, I’ll move in with you, Spencer.” Her back arched. Over and over, he plunged with long powerful strokes that made her delirious.
“There’s no turning back.” His hips slammed forward again as though he couldn’t get close enough. “You’re mine.” He freed her breasts from her bra, releasing the engorged mounds over the deep neckline of her dress. And when his mouth clamped over one puckered nipple, Kate was lost.
Yes. She was his. Had always wanted to be his.
“I love you, Spencer Travis,” she said as her vision blurred on the verge of climax. A tingle started where they joined and her muscles spasmed around him, eliciting a moan that signaled his release was close.
“Again.”
“I love you.”
He released her leg and reached between them to torment her clit. “Again,” he demanded as her body tumbled off the crest of his making. Her ears buzzed, her skin pricked, and her sex clenched and unclenched deliciously around her man.
“Ay papi, I love you.”
He captured her mouth in a hungry kiss before surprising her with the sweetest words she’d ever heard.
“I love you too.”
* * *
Courted by the Billionaire
An ememies to lovers billionaire romance
Chapter One
Heath McCreath lookedout the window of his brother’s hospital room. It was a dismal view, nothing but a half-empty parking lot and the odd ambulance.
To be fair, the inside of the room wasn’t that much better—white and sterile, accompanied by beeping machinery and the constant coming and going of nurses.
All of it was a stark reminder that his brother had tried to help the wrong person, and it had almost cost Shea his life. It also reminded Heath that he’d come close to losing half the family he had left. He shivered, his hands fisted in his pockets.
No matter how hard he stared out the large double glass window, the only images were of his brother’s still form reflecting off the glass. A reminder that he hadn’t protected him. He should have been more involved in his brother’s recording contracts. Maybe then, he could have seen the threat where Shea only saw an opportunity; he was a go-getter, hungry to make his mark.
His phone vibrated on the side table. “Heath.”
“It’s me,” Tet said. “How’s he doing?”
Exhausted, he squeezed the bridge of his nose. Tet was another person he’d failed. The middle brother had moved so many times, Heath doubted Tet called any one place home. No, that label was reserved for the shit-show of a home they’d grown up in. Now that Tet was no longer on the team roster, Heath had given him space to come up with a game plan. Two years and Tet hadn’t moved on from wanting to return to baseball.
Grounding himself back to the present and what he needed to do, Heath closed his eyes, blocking thoughts of the crash.
“They took him off the meds today, which means he’ll wake anytime.” His fingers curled around the phone. The doctors hadn’t guaranteed anything, but he wouldn’t tell Tet that.
“That’s good news, but,” Tet took a swift indrawn breath, “Are they sure he’s ready?”
“Who knows!” Heath cleared his throat. “The doctors say the swelling is down, and it’s best if he wakes sooner rather than later.”
“What about the cops; are they saying anything?”