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The Billionaire Bull: A Billionaire and Virgin Romance

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by Romi Hart


  Catching her breath, Kylie caressed the back of Jordan’s head as he fought to regain control of his body, his limbs trembling as he struggled to hold their weight up. He turned his head to nuzzle her hair, just behind her ear, and a thrill rolled down her spine at the sweet, intimate gesture. “I love you, Kylie,” he whispered, barely audible over her blood pounding in her ears and the sound of water still splashing over them.

  But it was everything she needed to hear, and she smiled, lifting her face to kiss his cheek. “I love you, too, Jordan.”

  Stiffly, he lifted her from him and set her on her feet, holding onto her until she was sure her legs would cooperate. Then, he smiled sheepishly and told her, “I probably should have waited to wash you till after.” She laughed, and he filled his hands with body wash again, scrubbing away the sweat and sex coating both of them. This time, the feel of his fingers on her only brought back the sensation of moments ago, a shadow of the incredible delight she’d felt rather than a heightened arousal, and she reveled in it.

  Afterwards, he toweled her off, wrapping her body in one large terrycloth towel and gathering her hair atop her head in another. He swept her into his arms like some knight rescuing a damsel in distress, and she snorted. “Are you feeling heroic tonight?”

  He shrugged as he lowered her gently into their bed, lying down beside her with a goofy grin. “Maybe I just feel like I owe it to you to give you the royal treatment from time to time, considering how much I almost fucked things up between us.” He ran the backs of his knuckles over her chin, his smile fading and anguish creasing the corners of his eyes. “You forgive me, don’t you? I never wanted things to happen the way they did.”

  Was he still torturing himself over all that? "Jordan, I forgave you a long time ago. Amy was more important, and that's how it should be. Children should always come first. If you had told me the truth, I still would have insisted we take care of her before anything else. Of course, I forgive you." She offered him a reassuring and somewhat teasing smile. "Besides, you've done a lot already to make it up to me."

  He kissed the tip of her nose, but his eyes were still troubled. “I’ve got a long way to go to feel satisfied with that.” He sighed. “I want to make you as happy as you make me.”

  She nodded, swallowing past a lump in her throat at his sincerity, at the loving expression in his eyes. “You do, Jordan. I’ve had enough heartache and failed relationships. I wouldn’t be with you if you didn’t make me happy.”

  “I think I can do better, though,” he told her, a line forming between his brows. “You know, I’m not the only one who owes you.” Confused, Kylie stared at him, waiting for an explanation. “Well, Reesa owes you big for your help tonight. We talked about that already, didn’t we?”

  Kylie snorted. “Yes, but I don’t think I want her to express her gratitude the same way you do.”

  “Too bad, might be fun for us boys to watch.” Kylie smacked his shoulder playfully as he laughed. “Seriously, though, she owes you, and I think you should collect on that very soon.”

  “Oh really? And how do you propose I go about that?” This should be rich, she thought.

  He didn’t speak for a moment, and she couldn’t read his expression, which had turned to stone, giving nothing away. Then, he said softly, “You should ask her to plan your engagement party. It’s only fair to return the favor.”

  Blinking at him, Kylie tried to decide if she’d heard him right. Then again, maybe he wasn’t sure what he was saying. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

  “No,” he said. “But I could say something else I hope you like.” He rolled over and fumbled with something, but she was too tired and too sated to lift her head and find out what, even if she was tormented with curiosity and anxiousness. When he rolled back toward her, she gasped, staring at the little blue velvet box in his hand. “Why don’t you take a look at this and tell me what you think?”

  She sat up instantly, hands trembling, and popped the container open, finding a gorgeous diamond ring that was at least a carat and a half, set in a platinum band. She glanced back and forth between it and Jordan’s face in utter amazement. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

  Sitting up beside her, he asked, “Will you wear it?”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you asking me, Jordan?”

  A lopsided grin tilted his lips, and he took the ring from the box in one hand, her left hand in the other. “I’m asking you to marry me, Kylie. The divorce is final in a few days, and I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll have me.” He held up his hand to stop her as she opened her mouth to respond. “I don’t come alone, Kylie. I have baggage. I have a daughter turning eight soon, and I have annoying fans and reporters and family back in Australia to deal with.”

  But Kylie shook her head. She didn’t care about any of that. She wanted Jordan, whatever came with him. “You know I love Amy,” she whispered, her voice tremulous and tears stinging her eyes as they began to roll down her cheeks. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

  He slipped the ring on her finger, and she should have known it would be the perfect size. It looked wonderful, large and sparkling so it made her hand look especially delicate. “I can’t take all the credit. I had help.” She tilted her head at him in curiosity, and he laughed. “We all conspired, Kylie. I had Krys and Reesa following my sorry ass from one store to another till we found the right one.”

  She shook her head. She hadn’t even begun to guess. Now, though, she didn’t care that they’d kept the secret so well. It was worth it for this moment. She leaned forward, and Jordan enveloped her in his embrace, kissing her with every bit of the love they shared. When she pulled away, she asked, “When should I ask for her help?”

  “Tomorrow,” he told her with amusement in his tone. “And don’t let her sleep in. Catch her while she’s hung over. You can make more demands that way.”

  But Kylie shook her head. “No, that’s okay, I’ll wait.”

  “Why?” he asked.

  “Because tonight, I want to stay up and celebrate with you,” she told him in a sultry voice. “And that’s going to mean sleeping very, very late tomorrow.”

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