FOREVER BELOVED (Billionaire Love Series)

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Authors: Jessa Eden
Scorch to check on things as
they started to heat up.
    Sitting on my usual couch, I took in the
pretty scenery. Lots of beauties were getting down on the dance
floor as the crowd started to thicken. Scanning the masses, I
noticed a woman shaking her hips back and forth, as she got lost in
the sensuality of the music. I watched her for a second, drawn in
by the erotic, graceful way she moved.
    What a hot ass.
    Juicy.
    Round as fuck.
    Wait.
    I knew that grade A ass.
    My Marla radar went off as I recognized her
gorgeous body.
    I hadn’t lost my ability to track her.
    I could sniff her out anywhere.
    Her beautiful curves were one of a kind,
beckoning men from miles around.
    I went on high alert as she glided across the
dance floor, soaking up the rhythms of some Rihanna song. My cock
tightened against my pants as my mind swam with dirty filthy
thoughts.
    I had always been so hard for her.
    So goddamn hard.
    I wanted to grab her hair, pull her close,
and ride her until she came undone on my dick. Fuck, I needed to
bury myself inside her.
    Mesmerized, I watched her shake her
curvaceous hips over and over.
    But I wasn’t the only one who noticed.
    Marla was attracting male attention right and
left as they swarmed around her like a pack of wolves. One young
punk approached her and she ushered him forward, swaying her hips
as he stuck his leg between hers.
    Son of a bitch, she was letting him grind all
up in her business. I bolted up from my seat as rage blasted
through me.
    I wasn’t okay with another man touching
her.
    Marla was mine.
    Always had been.
    Always would be.
    Her name coursed through my veins, like a
junkie experiencing his first high. Anger rocked through my chest,
moving up to the base of my brain, igniting a Neanderthal instinct
to protect what was mine.
    As I moved toward them, things became ten
times worse as the douche bag claimed her lips in an obnoxious kiss
while his hands found her luscious ass and squeezed, pulling her
tight to his crotch.
    That wasn’t going to fly with me as I
increased my speed. But before I got to them, Marla hauled off and
slapped him.
    Atta girl.
    Furious, the guy grabbed her wrist and tried
to haul her away.
    Na-uh. Not happening.
    Marla tried to pull her wrist away from her
would-be admirer as I arrived on the dance floor.
    I stepped in front of the guy, getting in his
face. “Whoa, buddy. Hands off,” I growled, trying to control my
temper.
    “I was here first,” he barked, as if in some
universe he could claim her.
    I stared hard at the young punk. “Let go of
her. I’m only going to ask once,” I snarled, ready for battle.
    I took a menacing step forward, which made
the guy flinch. He was all bark and no bite as he released Marla. I
chased him off with another confrontational step and he high-tailed
it to the bar, like a scared little puppy.
    “Thank you, Beau,” Marla offered, staring at
me with relief in her doe eyes.
    “I’ll be with you in a moment,” I snapped,
mad she was even there.
    That asshole needed to be thrown out. I
signaled to one of the bouncers, pointing at the guy. He would be
banished for good.
    Satisfied, I turned my full attention to
Marla, who looked too sexy in a tight pink dress, showing off her
hot body.
    “I can’t have you here, looking like this,
acting like that!” I pointed toward her dress and then the dance
floor.
    Her brown eyes went wide with shock. “What?
You don’t get to tell me where I can go.”
    “I can kick you out of here!”
    “Fine! I’ll go somewhere else.” She turned to
walk away from me.
    “Oh no, you won’t!” I said, picking her up in
a fireman’s hold and slinging her over my shoulder with one
hand.
    “Put me down!” she demanded, as her legs
flailed out in front of me.
    I had always loved her curvy calves and I ran
my hand along her soft skin as she struggled.
    “No! I’m not putting you down!” I yelled,
carrying her toward the office in the back.
    I weaved my way through the thickening crowd
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