Free Billionaires On Holiday: An Alpha Billionaire Christmas Romance by Cynthia Dane Page B

held her down by the abdomen with one hand, steadying her, keeping her safe as he thrust into her and watched her head dip toward the floor. “Holy shit, Henry!”
    “Holy shit is right…” His hands grabbed her breasts, his cock continuing to reach deep within her. “You are so fucking hot.”
    Those were the words he said, and yet Monica could barely parse them. The blood was rushing to her head, making her woozy to the point of heightening her senses while also threatening to knock her out.
    She had to come. She had to come now, and hard.
    “Take me, Henry! Please!” The more she begged, the more she wanted it.
    “Oh, I am.”
    He didn’t have to finish his thought. Monica knew what he was thinking. Right now.
    Feeling new pulsations, not from the vibrator, but from him, sent Monica through new experiences. The blood in her head, the man inside her, and the thoughts swarming her body conspired to make her come the hardest yet, her core swallowing Henry as deep as it dared. With what little sanity she had left, Monica concentrated on riding out her orgasm, channeling the climatic energy to her inner muscles that stroked Henry’s cock to his own release.
    “Come for me, Henry…”
    His hands snatched her shoulders, pulling her onto his cock as he groaned and came.
    “Henry!”
    No matter how many times she cried his name, it never felt wrong or too tired. How could it, when it only brought Monica closer to his heart? As he grunted, released himself, and left his fiancée full of his warm seed once more that day, Henry eased her back onto the bed and curled his arms around her.
    “Monica.”
    His effort to cry her name was instead a mere, breathless whisper. Monica snorted in amusement, her senses returning to her the longer she stayed in Henry’s arms.
    “Do you think anyone heard us?”
    Henry slapped his hand against his forehead. “I have no idea. I don’t care. I’m too satisfied to care.” He lowered his hand, looking at Monica through languid eyes. “Are you satisfied, Princess?”
    Monica kissed his bare chest, feeling like a spoiled princess indeed as she remained tight in his embrace. “I am very satisfied, Mr. Warren. Probably too satisfied to keep going tonight.”
    “Unfortunately, me too.”
    “Unfortunately? Isn’t it a good thing if we agree on that?”
    “I suppose so.”
    The sound reappeared. Outside of the room, but penetrating enough to enter Monica’s ear. What in the world is that? It was starting to get on her nerves.
    “I think you might be right, love,” Henry said, rubbing Monica’s arm. “I think this place might be haunted. And I don’t even believe in that sort of thing.”
    “You know what I do believe in?” Monica turned against his body, inhaling his musky scent as her hand dipped into his trousers and lovingly touched his softening erection. “Moments like these. I don’t care if our plans were disrupted this weekend, Henry. We’re together, making love, and that’s all that matters.”
    “Indeed. Besides, we have our whole lives to make plans. We’ve still got Christmas coming up, and then our honeymoon after the wedding…”
    “Don’t skip over the wedding, Henry. That’s the most romantic thing of all!”
    “I wouldn’t know much about it. I’ve never been married. And you’ve done the planning.”
    “Oh, don’t remind me.” Monica squeezed his chest. “I’m loving this weekend just for getting me away from that. You think your sister is stressed out? At least she’s doing grad school and not planning a 500-person wedding.”
    “Now, Monica… be fair.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Henry was quiet, his body relaxing into a doze as Monica breathed on his skin. She was content with joining him… until she heard that strange sound again.
    “Oooh.”
    The moment she realized what it was, Henry also opened his eyes and cursed his blasted luck.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 8
     
    Kathryn
     
     
     
     
    There was definitely one way to beat the cold,