The Billionaire Bull: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance

by Romi Hart

  His brows knit together, and he stared at her curiously, but he didn’t say anything, waiting for her to continue. “I know you have a responsibility toward your daughter, and that’s something you’ll never let go. I would never ask you to risk her health or her life for me, but Krys agrees that you’ve done so much that it’s time for you to be a little selfish. So, I took some steps to make sure everything is covered going forward.

  “Amy needs to be near her father, too, and my solution grants that to her, without worrying about visas running out. Krys is going to come to work at my company on a sponsored visa. My boss assures me she can have the paperwork put together before the temporary runs out. That means she and Amy can stay here, in New York, as long as they want. It also means they’ll have health insurance through the company and won’t have to rely on yours.”

  Jordan gazed at her in open amazement. “Seriously? You did all that for me?”

  “And for Krys and Amy,” she added. “I like them, and honestly, they came here to tell me the truth when I wouldn’t listen to you. They don’t know me, and they didn’t owe me anything. But to help both of us, they flew halfway around the world. Krys took a chance that I might scream and yell at her and make her feel like trash, just to make me understand that nothing stood in my way but my own pride and stubbornness. So, I owe her for that. And Amy is such a beautiful child and just wants to have both her parents around.” She smiled and shrugged sheepishly. “It benefits me, too, I hope. I mean, you told me you loved me, and I was hoping you were telling the truth about that.”

  When he didn’t respond, Kylie’s smile faded, and she wondered if she was too late, if the damage was done and couldn’t be repaired. “I do love you, Kylie. All I wanted was to have you. I couldn’t tell you, didn’t even want to admit it to myself because it would have made me resent my child. And I love that girl. I would do absolutely anything for her.” He laughed quietly. “Hell, I even cooked for her tonight, and I hate cooking. I couldn’t risk her suffering if something happened to her again. The first time was devastating, and we nearly lost her.”

  “I can’t imagine what that was like for you,” Kylie said, reaching out to touch his leg. “But now, you can let that go and move on with your life without worrying. And you can still have her. I would never want you to stop being a father, Jordan. I can’t believe how elate I am, just knowing how wonderful you are at that.” She bit her lip to stop it from trembling before adding, “It just makes me love you more.”

  “You want to be with me, after all this?” he asked, sounding so uncertain she almost didn’t recognize him for a moment. “You still trust me, even though I didn’t tell you something so important?”

  “I trust you, Jordan,” she told him honestly, “with all my heart. And there is nothing I want more in this world than to be with you. I’ve waited a long time to find someone I connected with. All I ever wanted was to settle down, love someone and have them love me back. I wanted a home, complete with the picket fence, the dog and two kids. I live in New York, so I can forego the fence, but I want a family of my own, and I never thought I’d finally meet someone I could envision that with. But now, having already seen you with Amy, I can picture it in my head. And it just feels right.”

  Jordan reached out to her, drawing her close and brushing his lips gently against hers. "I'm sorry, Kylie. I'm sorry for hurting you when I could have just trusted you, too. And I love you, more than I care to admit. I've never loved anyone before, and I'll probably be a mess, do all sorts of things wrong. But if you want me, I'm yours. I can't imagine life without you."

  Kylie threaded her arms around his neck and pressed against him, burying her face in his shoulder and breathing him in. She promised herself she wouldn’t cry, but the relief was too great, and she felt the tears wetting her cheek and his shoulder almost instantly as she wrapped herself in his familiar warmth.

  “Thank you,” he whispered into her hair, and she lifted her head, looking a question at him. He brushed the hair from her face and told her, “Thank you for loving me enough to listen to Krys, to give me a chance even when I was being a wanker and trying to keep my distance. And thank you for giving me such a beautiful gift. I can’t believe you went out of your way to help my daughter.”

  She cupped his cheek in her palm. “Wouldn’t you have done the same thing for me? It’s what we do when we love someone, I think. We go to the ends of the earth to find ways to make them happy and take care of them.” At least, in her mind, that was how it worked.

  “I suppose you’re right.” He kissed her again, this time prying at her lips with his tongue. She opened to him, and he kissed her, long and deep, with passion and love that flowed through her like a refreshing river. It brought her to life, not arousing her but making her glow. Kylie basked in the sensation and pulled herself closer to him, cherishing the moment. This was what it meant to live in the moment, to really appreciate the small things and the everyday happiness and excitement of being alive and with the ones you loved.

  She had no intention of taking it for granted.

  When they broke the kiss, Jordan leaned his forehead against hers, a smile playing on his lips. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, and even I have to admit that pasta smells delicious.”

  She’d been thinking the same thing, but she frowned. “I thought it had to cook for another hour.”

  He shrugged. “I had to say something to get Amy to leave. That girl would have sat here all night, waiting for us to kiss and make up, and I wasn’t going to have this discussion publicly, especially since I sort of hoped it would end in the bedroom.”

  She pulled back, gaping at him incredulously and smacking his arm. “Is sex all you ever think about?”

  “No, like I said, I’m starving. I think about food a lot, too.” She swung at him again, and he jerked out of reach, laughing loudly. “Come on, you have to admit, it hasn’t been easy this week. All I’ve thought about is you in my arms and under me in bed. And now, I’m picturing Lady and the Tramp slurping pasta until they kiss, and then they head to the bedroom off camera.”

  Kylie snorted. “I don’t think that’s quite how the story goes. And I’m definitely not doing it doggie style after missing you for so long.”

  “A guy can dream, can’t he?” With another solid kiss, he lifted her from his lap, standing up and planting her on her feet. He took her hand and led her into the kitchen, where the scent of homemade pasta sauce filled her senses, and she knew without a doubt she’d come home.

  Chapter 10

  Exhausted, Kylie trudged through the door of the apartment, slipping off the high heels she shouldn’t have worn. Jordan locked the door behind them and stepped up behind her, dropping his hands lightly on her shoulders before starting to massage them. Kylie moaned. “Oh, that feels so good!”

  He chuckled, his breath rolling over the back of her neck, exposed with her hair pinned up for the occasion. She shivered deliciously, warmth spreading from the spot quickly through the rest of her body. How could it still get so worked up when she had nothing left in her, no energy whatsoever? “You were amazing tonight.”

  She rolled her neck, letting her head fall back against his shoulder. “Reesa is the party planner. She did most of the footwork. I just didn’t think she should have to host her own engagement party and worry about everyone else when she should be having a good time and celebrating.” It had been more work than she’d thought, and thankfully, both Jordan and Krys had been there to pitch in.

  Now, his hands slid down her arms, then back up her sides, and no matter how badly she needed rest, she couldn’t ignore the ticking time bomb Jordan’s touch set off inside her. “I’m sure she appreciated it,” he said quietly, his lips pressed to her ear. Her lips parted slightly, her breath coming in small, quick pants as his fingers began to gather the skirt of her cocktail dress. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to show you my appreciation.”

  His voice held promises she couldn't ignore, and
she sighed as he pulled her dress over her head and fell back against him. "What you need is a nice, hot shower," he told her, beginning to walk forward with her. Kylie let him guide her toward the bathroom, where he settled her on the edge of the tub while he started the hot spray. She watched with rapt attention as he shed his clothes, exposing his broad chest and flat stomach, his thickly muscled legs, and then his angled hips and a raging hard-on.

  Kylie licked her lips, and despite the fact that she knew he reached for her to finish undressing her, she had to taste him. Pushing his arms aside, she wrapped her fingers around his base and drew his tip into her mouth. He groaned, tossing his head back as his eyes fluttered closed. Fueled by his reaction, she pulled him in deeper, closing her lips around him to increase the pressure. “Christ, Kylie, your mouth is…” He hissed rather than finishing the statement, and Kylie ran her tongue up and down his length. He shuddered and rested a hand on the back of her head, ready to guide her up and down as she pulled him in and out of her mouth.

  Instead, Jordan halted her. “That’s too fucking good, sweetheart,” he told her in a strained voice. “Save it for another time. Tonight, I want to treat you.” He pulled her to her feet and helped her out of her bra and panties, took his time removing the pins from her hair, and then guided her into the shower. Stepping in behind her, he tilted her head under the water, kissing her neck and shoulders while he worked up a lather of soap.

  His touch was tender, loving as he worked the suds over her body in languid circles, and while there was nothing sexual in his movements, Kylie ignited, the flames heightening with every second. He stroked fingers through her hair, massaged her feet, and let his hands linger on her breasts. When he slipped between her thighs to wash her sex, she trembled, pressing her hands to the wall to keep upright as her body liquefied, threatening to slide to the floor and down the drain with the hot water.

  It was sensual and erotic, and it was driving her wild, especially since Jordan seemed completely unaffected. He was all business, focused on the gentle pleasures of pampering rather than the fact that he elicited a river between her thighs that poured almost as heavily as the shower head.

  “You should open your eyes now,” he said in her ear, his warm breath almost cool on her cheek compared to the steamy water on her scorching skin. He’d rinsed the soap from her as well, leaving her desperate for more of his attention, to feel his rough, callused hands scratching over her.

  With a slight whimper, she opened her eyes and gasped, meeting his dark blue ones that were filled with an intense hunger that matched her own. Glancing down, she swallowed audibly at how hard he was, wondering for a moment how he’d managed to remain so patient with such an enormous erection. For that matter, how had he avoided touching her with it, letting her know exactly how aroused he was?

  Almost instinctively, she slid her palm over his length, teasing at the tip with the pad of her thumb, and Jordan made a strangled noise of delight. “I need to be inside you,” he groaned as she stroked him fully, leaning in to place a wet kiss on his shoulder, another on his chest.

  “Then take me,” she rasped, her chest heaving and her core aching. Her pussy throbbed so intensely she knew the second he slid into her, she was going to come, and she didn’t care because there was enough pressure to build right back up and release again. But he didn’t move in right away. Instead, he cupped her cheek and tilted her head to the side, letting his lips fall on hers in a soft but desperate kiss.

  Something new and exciting poured into her, and Kylie felt like she floated on air as she met Jordan’s quiet demand with her own passion and emotion. Like a rollercoaster, it took her up and down, just a kiss and yet so much more, speaking volumes that could never be put accurately into words. Her hands moved from his cock almost reluctantly as she drew lines up his abs and chest with her fingertips, feeling the goosebumps rising in their wake. She had to fight the urge to press herself against him, wanting to savor this and really indulge in the moment.

  But as she moved her arms up and around his shoulders, threading her hands into his wet hair and letting the rivulets of water pouring from them glide down her arms, her own libido went into overdrive. She wouldn’t last much longer like this, not without something more, something that satisfied the need deep in her center. “Jordan, please!” she begged in a harsh whisper.

  His mouth drew a line over her jaw and down her throat to her breasts, and he snagged one pebbled nipple between his lips, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his hand cupped and molded her other breast. She fell back against the cold tile, and it did nothing to cool the flames crawling over her skin and through her limbs. Still, he moved lower, trailing kisses over her stomach, and he dropped to his knees.

  He gazed up at her through long, dark lashes as he lifted one of her legs, bracing her foot on his shoulder so she was spread wide for him, and the intensity in his eyes had her chest heaving and her stomach clenching in anticipation. He licked his lips, and she moaned, just before his mouth sought her out, his lips pressing against her clit as he planted a kiss there.

  Kylie nearly choked as his tongue darted out, skittering across the swollen nub and back along her wet folds. Her pussy tightened, moisture dripping from her as he continued to alternately swirl around her throbbing cleft and dart with painfully delicious thrusts into her core. She cried out his name as he drew her into his mouth, suckling at her, the pressure breaking the seal and sending her spiraling into a heady orgasm.

  Her hands felt to Jordan’s head, pressing him against her, and she squeezed her thighs around him, determined to ride this out as her hips rolled of their own accord. She couldn’t get enough as he tortured her with slow, sweet strokes, drawing out the ecstasy of her release until her legs shook, barely able to support her.

  Only then did he offer reprieve, leaning back and tilting his head so he could lock eyes with her. Jordan’s mouth was slick and shiny with the evidence of her pleasure, and the sight made her groan with greater need. Kylie couldn’t fathom what it was he did to her. Regardless of how much he gave, she only wanted more. His attention made her cravings stronger, deeper, and that thought had her shivering as he slid back up her body, the water blocking any friction as their heat collided. The sensation of hard muscle over her soft curves sent her reeling, and she grew lightheaded as he stood, locking her against the tile with every inch of him throbbing against her belly.

  She squirmed as he gathered her hair in one hand to nip at her ear, which only made her insides quiver. “Please, what?” he asked, his tongue tormenting that sweet spot just beneath her lobe.

  Kylie tried to wrap her head around the question, but she couldn’t get her thoughts in order, couldn’t make words form on her lips. Jordan’s free hand found purchase on her hip, and he grasped it, pulling her forward and making her arch her back as he grinded against her pelvis. She cried out as he bit down none too gently on the curve of her ear and braced her hands on his shoulders, unable to hold herself up without the extra balance. “Please,” she repeated. “I need you.” Her words were slurred, almost as if she was drunk.

  Jordan inhaled sharply, his body tensing. She’d said the right thing, and he reached down to part her thighs, his hand lingering and toying with her soft, wet flesh. “You’re ready for me. You’ve been ready for me since we got home.”

  “Before that,” she muttered, her lips pressed against his shoulder.

  He chuckled, the sound deviant and rich with seduction. “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” Kylie simply nodded, unable to voice anything else, and he shifted his hand to the back of her thigh, hoisting her up so she was balanced against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and as his cock brushed against her folds, she gasped, thrusting her hips forward, demanding satisfaction.

  “Easy, sweetheart. I want to take my time here. I want to be wrapped inside your pussy until the water runs cold,” he told her, his tone raw with desperation. She agreed; she wanted him to fill her for hours
, never wanted to be separated, and as he slowly inched into her, she convulsed with the effort to hold onto her release. She wasn’t ready, and she didn’t want to drive him to the brink just yet.

  His movements were slow, methodical, teasing, and Kylie both craved and agonized over it, wanting more but not wanting to move past this sensation, filled with emotion as much as it was bodily pleasure. Her hands traveled up his back, kneading the muscles, and she fisted his hair in her hands, crushing her mouth to his in a silent urge to give her more, fill her more fully and with greater force. He still didn’t give in, and she found herself riding him, using her leverage against the wall to push her hips into him until she forced him to pick up the pace.

  “Dear god, I can’t deny you anything, can I?” he groused, lips still locked with hers. His tongue darted in and out of her mouth, mimicking his cock as it thrust with more emphasis. He made love to her mouth, and Kylie delighted in the stimulation, feeling the culmination of it just around the corner. And still, she held on, wanting the pinnacle to arrive with his, a mutual consummation of their love. It was something she’d never truly felt with anyone before, but with Jordan, they were linked by more than a physical coupling, and she needed to experience that fully, to know that on a basic level, they could literally become one.

  She rode him harder, and he moved faster, frantic now, sweat mingling with the shower spray to coat their bodies. “Fuck, I’m coming!” Jordan shouted, and an instant later, he spilled into her. Kylie cried out, his name on her lips over and over, as the gale force wind ripped a tidal wave of bliss through her body. She squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face in his chest as he thrust deep into her, his cock twitching and his body filled with spasms as he curled around her, cloaking her in his warmth.