“Yep, and seeingas it’s our anniversary,” he said as he lifted over her, spreading her thighswide, “I’m not going to waste a moment.” His cock was already hard as rock andhe found the wet heat of his woman, sliding in deep. “Fuck, Claire, I don’tknow what it is you do to me.” He nibbled on her neck, feeling her cunt tighten around him.
“Don’t stop,” shesaid. “I’m so close.”
He slid his handbetween her thighs and started to tease her clit,working back and forth, over, and bringing her closer to an orgasm. She criedout and her pussy tightened around him. Already three orgasms, and he was closeto a second. They hadn’t had this time together in three months.
Gabriel had beendesperate. They’d been married five years and she’d given birth to their sonthree months ago. There had been a few complications with the birth and she’dneeded time to heal. Not to mention the fact that having a baby was a constantcock block.
When his sisteroffered to take Junior, he hadn’t argued. He’d gone home, got his son, who heloved dearly, along with an overnight bag, and he’d taken the opportunity tomake love to his woman.
He found his releasebut rather than move off her, he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her inplace. He kissed her neck and breathed her in.
“Do you thinkwe’ve been selfish?” she asked.
“I don’t care.”
“Are you happy,Gabriel?”
He frowned. Slidingout of her, he moved so he could stare into her eyes. “Why wouldn’t I behappy?”
She placed a handon his chest, over his heart. “Being married. A dad. It wasn’t anything likeyou’d planned. Are you happy with your life?”
He took her handand kissed her ring finger. “I’ve got you. I didn’t want to marry anyone butyou. You’re the love of my life. My very reason for breathing. There’s no oneelse I want more. Junior is our son. He’s part of you. My life isn’t what Iplanned but that’s because I didn’t think I could be this happy.”
“I did it, didn’tI? I tamed you.”
“Yes, but only foryou.”
He took possessionof her mouth. Claire was the only woman for him, and he’d stick to his promiseof making up the time they’d lost. He only hoped the next fifty years would beenough.
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COCKY BILLIONAIRE
Sam Crescent
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Sample Chapter
“And don’t stealany of my shit,” Caleb Turner said as he made his way toward the door. He wasused to getting what he wanted and being a billionaire, he also knew a lot ofpeople liked to steal. Checking his phone, he saw he had an incoming call fromhis father.
Without anotherbackward glance at the curvy cleaner, he left his penthouse apartment andheaded toward the elevator.
At forty yearsold, everyone would have been expecting him to settle down, start a family. TheTurner family was a multi-billion-dollar corporation expanding across manydifferent venues from film, cosmetics, to the news, and competitiveadvertisements as well. They had it all. Whatever he wanted to do, all heneeded was to gather the funds and play. He’d been working his way up thecompany since he was sixteen years old.
His fatherwouldn’t allow him to end his education and so he had no choice but to finishhigh school, graduate college, and then take every single low-paying job withinthe company, and he’d worked his way up to a place on the board. It helped thathis name also immediately granted him a place, so long as his father was happyenough to gift it to him. His father still ruled over the entire company andone day, when he retired, Caleb knew he’d be in charge of everything. He couldn’twait. He actually loved the company. He also loved the lifestyle he’d earned.The money. Having women who would be more than happy to go on a date with himat the click of a button.
“What’s up,Daddy,” he said, smiling to himself.
Timothy Turnerhadn’t been Daddy for a long time, but Caleb was still close to hisfather, unlike other men and women he knew within his age bracket.
“I want you in theoffice. We need to talk.”
“Is this about thefamily picnic next weekend? Don’t worry. I’ve got it all covered.”
“I’ll talk to youin the office, Caleb, not a moment before.”
The line wentdead.
He frowned. Whywould his father cut him off? Why did he sound angry? The movie he’d investedin over six months ago had just broken box office records and was in fact greenlightedfor a sequel.
Rubbing at histemple, he walked with purpose to his car, climbed behind the wheel, fired upthe engine, not taking his usual enjoyment at the sound and feel, and headedout of the parking lot. Once in the city center, he joined the endless lines oftraffic. His father’s voice plagued him. What could be wrong now?
Tapping hisfingers on the steering wheel, he turned up the radio to some upbeat dancemusic and felt sick to his stomach. No matter how many times he thought aboutit, he couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his father could be pissed off. Clearly, he’d misread everything.
He couldn’t recallthe last time his father was so angry. Actually, he’d never known him to be thisangry.
He had to bereading things the wrong way. Next week was his father’s sixty-fifth birthday,and in celebration, they were having a party with friends and family over inthe country house that was built upon acres of land, complete with a pool, a tenniscourt, and many other delights.
After pulling intothe parking lot of his father’s building, known as the TT building, he went tothe elevator and didn’t even bother to pitstop at his desk, going instead forthe top floor. It was well known his father was afraid of heights but had stillinsisted on his office being on the top floor, to show his staff facing fearwas something to be rewarded.
Entering theoffice, he winked at his father’s PA, Martha. She was the first woman hisfather
