Free His Secret Muse: An Alpha Billionaire Romance by Linnea May Page B

can feel it, too.
    It drives him over the edge. While I am still in the midst of mind blowing throbs of sheer bliss, I can feel him tense up inside me.
    He moans loudly as he joins my climax and finds his release deep inside me.
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    "You might not believe it," I whisper. "But I am usually not like this."
    I am still naked, wrapped in a soft blanket that he produced from a box next to the seating area. We sit on the same sofa that provided the stage for our first play together, me leaning against his strong upper body while he has his right arm wrapped around my shoulder.
    "I do believe you," Cedric says.
    Unlike me, he is still completely dressed, which is not surprising since all he had to do was to zip up his pants after we were done.
    I hope that I will get to see him naked the next time.
    But just as that thought pops up in my head, another one follows. An unpleasant notion.
    Will there even be a next time?
    I don't like the idea of being just one of many one-night stands that he might pick up along the road. After all, with him being who he is, he could have a pick of any girl. It is all the more surprising that he would choose someone like me.
    Then again, most men like variety. Maybe I was just the type of women he was in the mood for this week.
    My face darkens as I quietly dive into the idea of being just one of many. A random pick that will soon be forgotten.
    "It is what I like about you," he whispers.
    I need a moment to remember what we were talking about.
    Oh yeah, about me not being the crybaby I have been tonight.
    "What do you mean?" I ask.
    "I told you," he replies. "That sarcastic smile. Your 'above all'-attitude. I know you are not easy to impress. I know you don't enjoy what most people like. You need more."
    He pauses, maybe to give me an opportunity to speak. But once again, I am dumbfounded. I snuggle up in his arm and lean my head against his shoulder.
    "All I can hope is to be the one who can give it to you," he says.
    "Oh, you did!" I breathe.
    I can feel him shaking his head.
    "No, we haven't even started yet, Renee," he whispers. "You have no idea."
    My heart had just calmed down, but is right back at it now, pounding so loudly that I am sure he can literally hear it beating against my rib cage.
    "Does that mean you want to see me again?" I dare to ask.
    I close my eyes preparing for a devastating reply. In moments like this one, I have often preferred to take a pessimistic stance instead of having my hopes crushed without warning.
    But Cedric aims to please.
    "Of course!" he exclaims. "Silly girl."
    He removes his arm and pushes me away from his embrace, holding me by the shoulders. His eyes search for mine, flickering with indignation.
    "I don't think you understand how rare you are," he says. "I have been looking for someone like you for a very long time."
    I furl my eyebrows with disbelief.
    "You don't have to say that, Cedric," I argue. "I mean, I wouldn't mind seeing you again, but-"
    "Wouldn't mind?" He repeats, looking insulted.
    I smile. "No, I would love it."
    "Good girl," he says. "But?"
    "But... I mean. Look at you. You are Cedric Crow; you could have anyone," I murmur. "Like, really, anyone . I find it hard to believe that you don't tell that same story to a bunch of other women every week."
    He frowns at me.
    "I find that insulting," he says. "To me and to you. And I will prove to you that you are wrong."
    A faint smile flees across my face.
    "You know that I am about to acquire a home here," he continues. "In fact, that is the reason that I am back in town. I plan to settle here. It's not like I am going anywhere."
    "Yes, but-"
    "No, Renee," he interrupts. "You have no choice but to give me a chance."
    I cannot believe what I am hearing. Cedric Crow, asking me to give him a chance.
    Lesley would rip my head off if she heard this right now. And thousands of women would gladly join her, I am sure.
    "Is this going to be your new home?" I randomly ask, gesturing