The Billionaire Affair Read Online Sarah J. Brooks

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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"Are you angling for another free ticket?" I tease.

He grins and shrugs, but doesn’t deny it. "Hey, I had a good time."

I laugh and relax back in my seat for the ride home. I realize too late that we’re going to my apartment. Not the best idea. I’m worried that it will remind us both of the disastrous dinner we had.

I wasn’t wrong. As soon as we step in and the door bangs shut the easy, playful atmosphere changes.

"Meeting your family was interesting," Jace says, breaking the silence and addressing the elephant in the room.

I move to the window and look out even though my view is shit. I don’t know what to say. It was a disaster. I feel so embarrassed and ashamed. All I wanted was for Jace to know that he is important to me and to meet my family. Instead, I’ve made things super awkward.

He comes behind me and slips his hands around my waist and lowers his head to kiss my neck. “It was fine. I got the feeling they were uncomfortable to meet me.” The hairs at the back of my head stand up. Jace is very intuitive.

“It was the first time. Next time will be easier.” I hold my breath, waiting for his reaction.

His hands rise up to cup my breasts and all my fears are forgotten. He squeezes, then thumbs my nipples and I feel the warmth in my belly. He pulls down the zipper of my dress and I rotate to face him. The fabric of the dress pools at my feet, and I step out of it. Jace moves closer, pressing his body against mine, and I let out a soft gasp as his lips fall on mine, tasting of sweet red wine. His hands run over my curves, exploring every inch of my body, and I feel myself melting in his arms. For now, I am his and he is all mine.

Jace looks at me with an intensity I’ve never seen before. His eyes travel over my body as if he’s trying to memorize every curve. I suddenly feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he whispers.

Jace lays me on the bed, and I watch him as he undresses. In the room lit only by the soft light of the moon, every shape and line is visible. I ache to reach out and touch the smooth curves and sharp angles of his body.

He joins me in bed and pulls me close, his hands tracing soft patterns on my back. His touch is gentle, like a whisper on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth that lingers long after he pulls away. His fingertips delicately explore every curve and inch of my body, setting my skin alight. I let out a soft sigh as I relax into his embrace.

I let out a gasp as Jace enters me, and I feel myself open, my heart expanding with all the love I had been trying to keep locked away. He moves slowly at first, almost tentatively, and then with increasing intensity. I feel myself trembling with each thrust, and soon we are lost in a passionate embrace, in a moment that seems to last forever.

He holds me close as we move together, and I feel his heart beating against mine. As we reach our climax a wave of emotion washes over me. "I love you."

Jace pauses for a moment and then looks at me, his eyes filled with love. He kisses my forehead gently. “I love you too.”

Chapter 23: Jace

Olivia loves me! I want to shout it from the rooftop. At thirty-four years old, I’ve finally met the love of my life. I sit in my office relieving the previous night. It had started awkwardly meeting Olivia’s brother, his wife, and his best friend. It was as if they didn’t want to talk in my presence, which is crazy. Why would they not want to socialize with me?

Maybe they had a thing about people with wealth. But that was stupid. I’d worked hard and together with my brothers; we took the clinic to another level. I can’t figure out what went gone wrong during dinner. It’s one of those things that you can’t put a finger on but doesn’t stop bothering you.

Olivia comes in at seven-thirty, half an hour after I left her apartment. Her footsteps tell me that she’s headed to her desk. The next thing I hear is the gentle hum of her computer as it comes on, the faint click of the mouse, and the tapping of the keys. I give her a few minutes and when she doesn’t come to my office, I reach for my phone to text her. Aren’t you going to give your love a good morning kiss?

Her reply comes a second later. We already kissed good morning.


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