Her Guardian Billionaire (Forbidden First Time Romance) (10 page)

“You did?”

“Mmm-hmm. I wanted to meet him. To tell him I didn’t blame him. He’s a sweet man, James. Has a wife, grandchildren. He’ll never get over what happened. But we spoke, and I gave him some closure.”

James pulled back and ran his thumb over Anna’s cheek. “You’re remarkable, you know.”

Anna shrugged and ran her hands up his chest. “Thanks. But if you’re done apologizing, there’s so many other things I could think of doing.”

With a smile, James leaned over, pushing her back onto the bed as he climbed on top. He straddled her body, trapping her between his arms and beneath his weight. Sliding one hand up her side, he slipped it under her shirt and raked his fingers over her bra. She arched her back and he smiled.
So beautiful
.

The kiss started slow, his lips grazing hers, teasing her pink pout with feather-light caresses until she moaned. Pressing harder, she opened up for him and he tasted coffee on her tongue. He lapped across her perfect teeth, flicked against the roof of her mouth. He wanted to claim every inch of her body—tease and touch and mark every freckle, every mole.

She was his and he was going to prove it. All night long.

Sliding his hand back down her side, he broke their kiss and grabbed her shirt, pulling it up and over her head. “So tell me, what do you want, Anna?”

“I want you.”

“How?”

“Any way you want to have me.”

He almost growled in response. He loved her feisty, fireball nature when they weren’t in bed, but he loved this side of her even more. “Good. Because I know just what to do.”

In an instant, he unbuttoned her jeans, yanking them down her body before tossing them onto the floor. Her bra and panties came next.

“God, I love your body.” He ran his hands up her legs, over her silky thighs and past her waist, pausing to fondle her breasts. He’d never get enough of how her nipples pebbled with a single swipe of his thumb, how she arched her back to give him more, how she mewled like a kitten when he stroked her.

Pulling back, he slipped off the bed and she rose up with him, reaching out in protest. “No. Stay there and don’t move.”

Anna fell back onto the bed and nodded. James padded over to the wardrobe, opened it up, pulled out a length of smooth, black rope, and closed the doors. Making his way over to the bed, he looked down at Anna and smiled. “Give me your hands, wrists together.”

Her hands jutted out, wrist mashed against wrist as she bit her lip.

“Are you nervous?”

“No. Excited.” Her eyes ran up his body and as they met his, they sparkled.

With gentle pressure, James tied the rope around her wrists, securing the knots before guiding her back onto the bed. After looping the excess around the headboard, he climbed on top of the bed and positioned her body—arms up over her head, knees bent, pussy open and waiting.
Mmm. So nice
.

Straddling her body, he affixed the rope to the headboard and gave it a tug.
Nice and tight. Excellent
. “I’d thought about more—maybe a bar between your legs, some mild spanking. But not tonight. Tonight is all about you, Anna.”

She nodded and licked her lip and James inhaled through his nose. His cock already strained against his jeans and he hadn’t even made her come. He needed to fix that immediately.

He slid off of her and walked around to the foot of the bed, grasping her knees in his hands as he pushed her legs apart. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, my dear. Take your virginity and make you a woman.”

“Yes, oh, please yes.” Anna panted out the words, her pussy clenching in expectation as she talked.

“But first, I want you coming all over my face. I want you begging me to take you.”

He leaned over and blew a hot stream of air across her folds and she cried out, her hips rocking up to catch his breath. Sliding his hands down her thighs, he massaged her eager skin, rubbing and stroking and making her moan, before reaching out and licking her clit.

She cried out at the first swipe of his tongue, panting and moaning as he pinned her legs down with his hands. He lapped at her clit, swirling his tongue up and around, flicking the little nub back and forth until she thrashed beneath him. She tugged on the rope, thrusting her pussy up into his face as she groaned over and over.

He’d never get sick of her pleasure, of how she lost all control beneath him, giving in to all the feelings whooshing through her body. Wrapping his lips around her clit, he suckled and she screamed, the orgasm hitting hard and fast as he refused to let go.

She panted and moaned, riding out the pleasure, and he let go of one her legs, probing her entrance with his fingers before slipping two inside. Anna convulsed on the mattress, hands jerking at the rope, head whipping up, eyes popping open to stare at him. She could beg him to stop, but unless she said the word, he was bringing her over the edge again.

As she stilled, he hovered above her bare mound, drawing it out, prolonging her agony. Until he licked again. Shock waves rippled through her body as her muscles clamped around his fingers. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened and he curled his fingers. “Come for me Anna, come again. Right now.”

Her brow furrowed and she cried out, gaze locked on his as he stroked another orgasm from deep within her core. Her body milked his fingers, squeezing him tight with every wave of pleasure. After what seemed like forever, her throbbing slowed and he stood up, letting go of her other leg to run his free hand up her skin.

She twitched and shook beneath him and he knew. She was ready.

Anna’d lost her mind. It shattered with the second orgasm, flopping around like her uncontrollable legs, unable to focus on anything but ecstasy. Never in her wildest imagination did she think a man could make her feel like that. As the world reappeared, she felt James’s fingers, untying the rope and freeing her wrists.

“I’m sorry, it looks like you’ll have some marks.”

She fluttered open her eyes and glanced at the red burns across her skin. “Good. Every time I look at my wrists, I’ll remember.”

James slid up between her legs, his skin hit hers and she smiled. “You’re naked.”

“Yes. I am.”

“Good.” Anna slipped her hands between their bodies, reaching for his erection. Her fingers wrapped around his thick shaft and she groaned in delight. “I’m ready for you James, I want you inside me.”

He brushed her hair away from her face, bending down to kiss her. His lips pressed into hers and she stroked his cock, running her hands up and down, reveling in his bumps and ridges.

Breaking their kiss, he pulled away and met her gaze. “Are you sure?”

“So very sure.”

“Then let me grab a condom, I’ll be right back.”

Anna reached for him as he pushed himself up, clawing at his bicep until he stilled. “No. I want to feel you inside me. It’s my first time, I don’t want a barrier between us.”

“But Anna…”

“No. I’m on the pill. I can’t get pregnant. Please, I want all of you. At least this once.” All she could think about was how his cock would feel slipping inside her for the first time, stretching her body wide open. No scrap of latex was going to ruin that for her. Not this time.

James relaxed and lowered his body, sliding down the bed until his cock lined up with her entrance. Anna pulled up her legs and ran her fingers over his shoulders. “You’re amazing.”

“So you’ve said. Now fuck me, James Davenport. Right now.”

James complied with a grin, thrusting his spongy head into her entrance and easing himself inside.
Oh god!
She’d knew it would feel different than her fingers or his, but she didn’t understand how. Until that moment.

His head stretched and pulled the virgin skin, breaking her barrier, opening her up. She cried out and he kissed her, absorbing her pain with his lips, swallowing her cry with a swipe of his tongue. And then he pumped.

Coating his shaft in her lubrication, sliding out and back in, delving deeper every time. It was unbelievable. The fullness, the satisfaction, the sheer pleasure of having him deep inside her. Damn it to hell, she loved it. Loved him.

He pulled back and she moaned in satisfaction. “Harder, James. Fuck me harder.”

Grunting his reply, he thrust his hips, ramming her into the mattress, ramping up her pleasure, coaxing another orgasm from her heated body. As the first waves of pleasure hit, James groaned and thrust. Their bodies released at the same time, her muscles clamping around his shaft, his cum shooting inside her, filling her up, sending her higher.

Oh, god
. Everything she’d wanted—all the years she’d spent watching him from afar, wishing she were any other woman—one he could have, fuck, love. And there she was, pinned beneath him and a virgin no longer. She giggled and he opened his eyes.

“Something funny?”

“I think I’m drunk. Or high. Or maybe just deliriously happy.”

James kissed her nose and smiled. “I want you that happy always.”

“Then you better free up some time on your calendar, because you’ll be spending a lot of it right here, in this bed.”

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”

S
IX
M
ONTHS
L
ATER

“The food here is delicious.”

“The view’s not bad, either.”

Anna laughed and took a sip of wine. “So, do you think the paparazzi got a good shot?”

“Of us kissing outside the restaurant? If it’d gone on any longer, we’ve have had to cancel dinner and go straight home.”

Anna smiled and glanced over her shoulder at the restaurant’s windows. “If I’d known that, I’d have tried harder.”

James shook his head and Anna nudged his foot under the table. She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in the last six months. The press, the publicity, it’d been tough at first, but after a while they stopped being the sordid news of the day. People still talked, snapped their picture, that sort of thing, but the shock had worn off.

Sometimes they were even just a couple in love—a sexy older man and his twenty-one-year-old fiancé. Still
 
scandalous, sure, but nothing to write home about. Anna wiggled the diamond on her left hand and watched it sparkle in the restaurant’s light.

“When do you think we’ll stop being news?”

James shrugged. “I don’t know. And I could care less.” He reached across the table and picked up Anna’s hand. “All I care about is us. The rest of the world can think whatever they want. They don’t matter to me anymore.”

Anna smiled and gave James’s hand a squeeze. “I love you, James Davenport.”

“And I love you, Anna Sinclair.” He lifted his glass in a toast and she did the same. “To us. And the happiness we’ve found together.”

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