Free One Night With a Billionaire (Novella): The Perfect Man by VickiLewis Thompson

like—”
    “Oh, yes.” She gulped for air. “But I want . . . all of you.”
    All of him.
She wasn’t in his bed purely for her own pleasure. She was here because she wanted that ultimate connection . . . with him. She wanted to be as close as humanly possible. That told him something important about her, something he was very glad to know.
    His cock seemed glad to hear it, too. By the time he’d slipped out of bed and located the box of condoms in his armoire, he was as rigid as a battering ram. That didn’t mean he had to act like one, though.
    When he returned to her, he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss. “I’m mighty grateful for tonight.”
    Her smile was barely visible in the faint light from the moon, but that smile shimmered in her reply. “Me, too.”
    “I’m glad.” He moved over her, his heart beating fast. He’d bedded many women, but he’d never had the feeling that this one act could change his life. The feeling scared him a little, but not enough to make him stop. Nothing short of an earthquake could stop him now.
    Her entrance was slick and hot. He’d meant to ease in so she could gradually get used to him, but she lifted her hips and instinct took over. He shoved deep, locking them together. And there it was again—the sense that he’d remember this moment forever.
    She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, as if welcoming him home after a long journey. He wanted to believe that this connection felt significant to her, too. But he wouldn’t ask. Not now.
    Bracing himself on his forearms, he leaned down and brushed his mouth over hers. “This is good.”
    Her warm breath tickled his mouth. “Extremely good.”
    “I could stay right here for a long time.”
    “So could I.” She clenched her muscles, squeezing his cock.
    “But not if you do that.”
    “You don’t like it?”
    “Oh, I like it just fine. But you’re going to—” He gasped as she squeezed again. “You’ll make me come.”
    “Don’t you want to?”
    “Eventually.” He withdrew and pushed forward again. “But you’re first on the agenda.”
    “Mm.” She executed a little rotating motion with her hips. “Let’s come together.”
    “The first time? I don’t know if we can.”
    “Let’s try.”
    “Okay.” He began to pump slowly. God, that felt amazing, and he was seconds away. He fought the urge. “Talk to me. Tell me when you’re close.”
    “Pretty close.” She rose to meet his next thrust. “
Oh.
” She quivered.
    And then he didn’t need her to tell him anything. He knew. They were in perfect sync. He bore down, stroking faster, finding the right angle that made her gasp and tighten around his cock. His orgasm hovered, ready to pounce. There. Right . . .
there
.
    She exploded. Her cries blended with his as he pounded into her quivering body and came . . . and came . . . in a rush of pleasure so intense he lost himself in the tumbling glory of it. Joyfully he abandoned his fate to the woman in his arms. To Melanie.
    He’d been right. After this moment, his life would never be the same.

Seven
    Melanie woke to the sound of bells. Disoriented, she sat up in a canopy bed draped in burgundy with gold trim. Drew’s bed. A blush covered every inch of her naked body as she remembered . . . all of it.
    Maybe jet lag was affecting her perception, but she was pretty sure Drew was the best lover she’d ever had. Thinking about the pleasure they’d shared made her hot all over again. But she was glad he wasn’t here to see her in the unforgiving glare of morning light, because she must look like a mess.
    The bells of Notre Dame finished their majestic musical number and began counting the hour with a resonance that sent chills down her spine. She counted along with the bells, because there was no clock in sight.
Eleven?
She was wasting valuable time!
    The rest of the household was awake, naturally. The aroma of cooked food drifted up from downstairs, and her stomach cramped.