Billionaire's Black Runaway Love 3

by Ciara Cole

  “There’s no need to thank me. Losing you or even seeing you in any kind of danger is the hardest thing to imagine,” Chace said gruffly, while his gentle hands massaged her shoulders. “I’ll never forget how it felt when you were so close to being overrun by that motorcycle.”

  Emily let out a deep sigh, her voice somewhat subdued as she began, “Chace, about Jan…”

  “You don’t have to worry about her,” he said in a firm tone. “When the police catch up with her – and believe me they will – she’ll have to face up to what she did. What she tried to do. If she has some kind of psychotic disorder, which I’m beginning to suspect she does, then she’ll need help, too.”

  “Even after what happened…I realize I don’t hold anything against her,” said Emily.

  “I wish I could be so magnanimous. Out of her jealous impulse, she paid someone to come after you. She was the one who made that call while you were outside the restaurant, just to make it seem like it might be Devan behind it. She used all she knew about his interactions with you to set the whole thing up. Much as I don’t want to bear a grudge, she can’t simply go scot free.”

  “But she was your business partner – and even a close friend. I know you must feel bad about the way things went,” Emily said softly.

  Sighing deeply, he held her more tightly against him. “It’s true, I saw Jan as a close friend. She had a good head for business, was smart and chic. It does sadden me to know she may have had a darker side that could easily have put you in the worst kind of danger.”

  Emily turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, her cheek resting against his chest. “I’m just so glad nothing bad happened to you – to us.”

  “That’s why you made up your mind to come with me to New York back then, right?” Chace asked gently, his hand beneath her chin tipping it up so she could meet his gaze. “You were worried something dangerous could happen.”

  “Yes,” she confessed. “When I believed Devan was really involved with the wrong sort, I couldn’t wait to get us as far away as possible – you especially. Even now, my decision still stands. I want to be with you. And just as you said, we’ll work something out anytime the need arises. If work with the book brings me here, then I can always make the trip. And we can always visit Ciara and Zane – and vice versa. We can make this work, Chace.”

  To seal her heartfelt words, Emily leaned up on tiptoe and lifted her lips to his. They kissed softly, warmly, and there soon was no need for more talking.

  Emily’s arms encircled his neck and her body molded tightly to his, feeling Chace wrap her in his strong embrace. Her feet were lifted off the floor and he backed them off the patio back into the house, never breaking the kiss.

  Moments later as they tumbled naked unto warm silken sheets, Emily fell with Chace into their ever flaming passion. She wrapped her heart and body around him and welcomed him deep, deep where they both needed him to be. She closed her eyes and wished that maybe they’d finally find their happy ending after all. Emily felt that they’d more than earned it.

  Chapter 12

  Emily awoke to feel her husband spooned up against her. Humming in contentment, she snuggled back into his warm body, both of them naked. He kissed on her neck which told her he was already awake – that and the rapidly hardening member pushing into her rear.

  Made bold by her suddenly rioting hormones, she reached back and wrapped her hand around his impressive hardness. They both groaned, Emily guiding the head of his thick pole to her wet folds made accessible by her raised leg.

  “You want it, baby?” Chace growled in her ear, his rock-hard staff throbbing just within her slit. Emily gasped and rocked invitingly against him.

  “You know I do. I always do,” she purred, turning her face in his direction. Her spine arched as they shared a sweltering kiss. In that same moment, Chace drove the tip of his shaft into her tight, heated walls.

  The perfection of that moment made Emily’s head spin. Nothing had ever felt so in harmony as the way Chace fit her tunnel just right, his shape and size the ultimate instrument to impact every inch of her molten center.

  How did their lovemaking get even more intense and sublime? Could it be due to the fact that they were now wed and had just yesterday become man and wife in name and deed?

  “That feels so good,” she panted as he thrust deeper, faster. He reached his hand round to squeeze her rounded breast. Every breath she took became torture, pleasure pounding tightly in her pores when Chace pinched and tugged on her nipples. His mouth latched to her neck, sucking moistly just beneath her ear. Emily couldn’t stop the raw moan that spilled from her lips.

  “And how about this?” Chace rasped in her ear, his hand sliding down her stomach to reach her hooded clit. He caressed the bead gently, teasingly. The contrast of his gentle touch and his rugged thrusts pushed her closer to the edge.

  “Oh my…Chace!” was all Emily could let out, her walls pulsing around him, burying him in soft, hot velvet. Chace growled in pleasure, his thrusts coming harder. He kept up the unbroken pace, merging the ecstasy into one roaring ball of fire when he rubbed dominantly on her clit.

  Emily screamed as she came. She couldn’t seem to stop, the sensation revolving in her subconscious, even as she felt Chace hold himself inside her. Only when she finally calmed down did he pull out and then had her lying on her back.

  “Now you’ve made me work up an appetite,” he said, kissing her lips and throat then slowly gliding his way down to her heaving breasts. Boneless with bliss, Emily could do nothing to stop his persistent torment, loving the sweet sharpness when Chace bit gently on her nipple before flicking it with his tongue from within.

  Her fingers raked the sheets, spine arching to offer more of herself to his skillful tongue and fingers. When his downward trail took him to her swollen, wet sex Emily was already a quivering lump of pleasure. He tasted her with a deep, appreciative groan, showing no mercy as he licked and sucked. Wetter and hotter than ever, Emily could do nothing but scream his name as she felt him slip two fingers into her depths. Flicking his tongue in circles over her clit, he worked those fingers in and out. Unerringly snaring her G-spot, Chace didn’t stop or slow down until Emily exploded again, this time right unto his tongue.

  Her body was racked with pleasurable aftershocks from her double orgasm. Her hands cupped Chace’s head as he moved up over her quivering body to kiss her. Emily loved her taste on his lips, and welcomed the heat of his tongue invading her mouth as he’d done her slit. Smiling sinfully, Emily pushed Chace onto his back. Now it was her turn, she decided while sending him a naughty glance, saying, “Turnabout’s only fair play.”

  Those twinkling gray orbs of his told her he was more than looking forward to her “revenge.” Emily made sure to be as thorough as Chace had been. If anything, she needed no incentive to tease and please him exactly as he’d done to her. She loved his taste and the texture of his lips and skin. She licked down his chest to his abs, then even lower to his throbbing member upon which she began to lavish attention.

  She took his proudly turgid stem in her hands and stroked while her tongue swirled from base to tip. She heard Chace groan, right before her lips parted and she took him deep into her mouth.

  Emily moaned around his meaty shaft, feeling his fingers running through her hair, urging her to take as much of him as she could. Flexing her throat muscles, she bobbed lower and lower on him as she managed to take in that much more of him, and more. The sensation of gagging on his massive length was divine, to have him stretch her lips with his girth while almost choking off her air supply when his tip nudged her esophagus. Pure ecstasy had her vision growing dim, but she loved it. Loved the feeling of being smothered by his steel-like flesh, making her wish he was deep inside her aching sex already.

  “So…close,” Chace groaned, right before his fingers in her hair pulled her off him. He rolled her over on her back again, settling between her thighs which he grabbed and pushed back
till her knees were bent up and spread on either side. This had her perfectly open and ready for his penetration, one which seemed to split her apart as he claimed her powerfully.

  Emily’s eyes never left his as she cried out in pleasure-pain. Too full. She never wanted to lose this feeling, of being helplessly fragmented by his passion. Chace was so big and hard and strong, and though she knew he could be gentle, she loved these moments when he didn’t hold back. He wanted her too much, and she needed him just as badly – needed each rough, plundering thrust, slamming deep, over and over.

  His hands gripped tighter on her legs, now pinned as far apart as they could go, knees parallel with her waist. Emily’s hands roamed his chest, shoulders, and back, reveling in the rippling play of muscles. Her moans of bliss filled the room, hips bucking up to meet his punishing strokes.

  Each thrust had him hitting her secret spots within while he simultaneously grazed on her clit from the friction between their bodies with each movement. Chace groaned as Emily contracted strongly around him, her sudden screams telling him she’d come again. All over and around him, she came.

  Sobbing, twitching, and straining, Emily pulsed in ecstasy while digging her nails down his back. Holding out for much longer was not an option for Chace as he watched her beautiful face mirror the height of her sensual rapture. He swelled even harder and thicker inside her, right before he pounded his release deep within her clamping walls.

  “Yes, baby…love it when you fill me with your come,” Emily moaned, clutching to Chace’s shoulders which seemed to shudder beneath her touch. They were chest to chest now, hips still gliding together and bodies sheened with perspiration. Their lips met, and Emily could imagine she really did feel those thick ropes of Chace’s seed brimming within her core.

  The calm that settled after was a counterpoint to the raw animal passion that had culminated between them just now. That lingering afterglow was just as vivid as when they’d been bucking jaggedly against each other, taking and giving. Everything they shared seemed special and out of the ordinary. Even when they both whispered “I love you” against each other’s lips, it still felt as grand and encompassing as the first time.

  “What should we do today?” Chace asked, kissing the top of her head and pulling Emily close against him while he lay on his back.

  “More of this,” she declared, reaching up to kiss the lightly tanned, dewy skin of his neck as she moved languidly in his embrace.

  “Sounds persuasive,” he murmured. “Now that you’re off the pill, I’m thinking this would be the best time to get you good and pregnant.” His possessive hand at her breast shifted to her slightly rounded stomach. “Though something tells me we’ve already got a head start on that."

  Emily stiffened slightly and then moved to roll on her side to half-glare at him. “Chace! How did you guess?”

  He smirked and gave her cheek a loving tweak. “I know your body like I do mine – maybe even more. When you told me you went off the pill some weeks ago, I’d been hoping for this outcome, but I only confirmed it a few days ago. And just now…being inside you felt different. There’s just some radiance around you, from within and without that made me believe I just might be right. I am, aren’t I?”

  Emily pouted. “I wanted it to be a surprise – now I realize how easily you suspected. How do I deal with you being so damned perceptive?”

  “I’m extra sensory when it comes to you, babe,” he growled and gathered her up again even as she mumbled and fretted. Chace chuckled and stopped her squirming with a kiss.

  “Tell me you’re as freakishly happy about us having a baby as I am,” he said soberly, staring down into her eyes as he broke the kiss. She stilled, her put-out pout easing into a beatific, beaming expression.

  “I’ve hardly been able to contain myself since I found out. I’m only a month gone, but I already feel like everything’s changed,” she breathed. “You’re right, Chace, it all feels so different. When you kiss me, when I feel your touch or have you deep inside me, I become transported and it’s just…glorious. I hope we always feel this way.”

  “I’m counting on it,” he said firmly. “In fact, I’ll be doing my damnedest to make sure of it.”

  “So will I,” Emily sighed, gazing with wonder up at this man who taught her so much about love and giving. Never once had she ever felt like she was deserving of him and that made it all the more precious. What amazed her the most was that he felt exactly the same about her feelings, with Chace treasuring her love just as much.

  Chapter 13

  Chace had had a long day handling an unavoidable business meeting and yet he felt rejuvenated as he returned to the hotel suite.

  Once he arrived, he headed for the bedroom, calling for Emily.

  “In here,” she responded, and just the sultry tone in her voice had him hardening.

  He opened the door and stepped in, suddenly having a notion his control would slip and he’d devour his beautiful wife then and there.

  Candles set up in every corner created a lazy glow in the otherwise unlit room. The huge king-sized bed set in the middle had a beautiful goddess perched on the mass of pillows.

  It was his very sexy, very pregnant wife and she’d never looked more tempting.

  All she had on were lacy bra and panties in his favorite shade of pink that went so well with her warm brown tone. The rounded orbs of her breasts had grown even fuller with the pregnancy and even through the lace, her now constantly hardened nipples were outlined in chocolate beneath the pink. Her beautifully smooth legs were extended and draped over each other, looking so inviting it made Chace’s mouth water. He wanted those legs wrapped around his neck with his face buried in the “V” of those silken, fleshy thighs.

  Her skin glowed in the candlelight, and her beautiful brown eyes held such soft allure that Chace felt his predatory instinct take hold.

  “You don’t play fair, dear wife. Lying there looking like that…you make a man crazy, you know that?” he said, dark grin in evidence.

  Emily’s eyes batted innocently. “This will teach you to be working during our second honeymoon.”

  Advancing into the room, Chace was methodically getting rid of his tie while unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand. “Baby, this is technically our third second honeymoon since we got married eight months ago. We keep going away so much that the business might suffer.”

  “Are you complaining?” she asked, eyebrow arching.

  “No,” Chace said with a widening grin. “As if I’d begrudge spending more time with you, especially with our first pregnancy. There won’t be another first like this, so I’m hell bent on enjoying it. Together.”

  “Mmm hmm, I like the sound of that. Doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you, though,” murmured Emily while her eyes took in his every motion as he unfastened his pants and stripped out of them. She shivered slightly and felt her secret folds respond to the sight of her now unclad husband. Damn, but he never ceased to turn her on with that perfect swimmer’s body – not an ounce of fat and enough muscle tone to make a fitness buff jealous.

  Emily would have felt like a whale next to that, but her man had shown her more than enough times that he loved her fuller figure. And judging by the amount of times they had sex, it was beginning to turn into a kind of fetish for them coupling in her condition. Her breasts had grown huge and Chace couldn’t seem to have enough of her lactating lushness. They might not go as rough and kinky as they used to, but they found different ways to be adventurous while keeping the pregnancy safe.

  Chace had reached the bed, yet didn’t touch her, intent to just gaze at her. He made Emily feel so sexy when he looked at her like that, with fire in those ice gray eyes. Holy cow. He was already hard as a rock, and she itched to reach out and grab him. She loved nothing more than to suck him down her throat and then taste his come before letting the rest spurt in thick ropes over her bare tits.

  Shifting up on her hands and knees, Emily brought her face level with his. H
e leaned in till their lips were just inches apart and stopped. She licked on her lips, wondering when his resolve would snap. Seeing her in this sexy lingerie usually had Chace throwing off restraint and giving it to her good, just the way she liked. No preliminaries, just filthy hot sex just short of going hardcore.

  Emily’s pregnancy hormones did a lot to help things along, ensuring she was always wet and willing for her husband’s rampaging passion.

  With a month or so to go on her due date, Emily had never felt more active and energized. She’d watched her diet and physical condition right from the beginning and though she filled out nicely in all sorts of places, she was far from bloated and unwieldy.

  Having a sexy-ass husband with a libido like Chace’s saw to it that Emily never got the urge or opportunity to pile on any unnecessary pounds. In time, while other women in her condition might have those whacky food cravings, she instead had the most deviant of carnal appetites. And it looked like Chace was about to oblige her to the fullest…

  “Kiss me,” he said, deep voice thrilling Emily to the bone.

  Quelling a stomach lurch, she slowly inched up and planted an innocent smooch on his firm lips before she drew away.

  “I missed you. I can tell you missed me,” he murmured, still not touching her except with his smoldering gaze, which felt like a laser on her body.

  Emily playfully rolled her eyes. “You were gone just eight hours and twenty minutes.” She tried to play it cool, but that glint in his gaze had her cheeks flushing. “Okay, I did miss you – a lot.”

  He smiled, she pouted. “Good,” he said, and then surprised her by pulling away and leaning back on the pillows. Emily looked at him in confusion, still on her knees on the bed while he reclined casually against the headboard. She’d planned this whole seduction ploy, yet here he was, throwing her off balance. Her compulsive urge to be in control had been at play, but now she could see Chace was in command mode. His dominant presence definitely took up the atmosphere, leaving her breathless.