Give Me More--A Sexy Billionaire Romance A.C. Arthur (the giving tree read aloud .TXT) 📖

effort—and the fact that he didn’t want to pass out from lack of oxygen and miss this glorious pleasure—to remind himself to breathe. “Damn.” The one word came out in a whoosh when his gaze fell lower and he watched his dick sinking deep inside her.

How had he gone so long without feeling the tightness of her muscles grasping him, sucking him back in the moment he dared to pull away?

“Ronald.” She sighed his name. His full name, as she always did during sex.

Nobody called him that, not even his parents. In fact, no Gold with that name had ever been called that—his grandfather had gone by Ronnie. So hearing her say it always made him feel like he was special to her. But that couldn’t be, not anymore.

The thought spurred a need to stake his claim, even if only in this bedroom. Tonight she would be his, and he would show her once again how it felt when they were together. Pulling out of her, he ignored her moans of protest and eased off the bed. The way she shot up told him she thought he was finished and she wasn’t happy about it. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to speak.

“Shhhhh.” He noted the instant rise of her brow, a look that clearly asked if he was out of his mind for basically telling her to shut up.

Grace was a beauty, there was no doubt. She was also confident, brilliant and feisty as hell when provoked. He didn’t verbally respond to her expression but stood at the end of the bed and reached for her legs again, easing her to the end of the bed as well. When she was there, he took her hands and pulled her to her feet. With a hand to the back of her head and one slipping behind her to cup her ass, he kissed her again.

This time the hungry exchange included his teeth running over the line of her jaw when they gasped for breath, only to return to dueling tongues again when her arms came up to wrap around his neck. That hand on her ass moved until he touched her tight sphincter and she jumped in his arms. He wouldn’t break the kiss, but took in her pleasured moans and joined with a guttural groan of his own.

It’d been a very long time since he’d taken her in that place. Too damn long by his estimation, and he knew he wouldn’t go there tonight, but he would remind her how it’d felt when they’d both explored something they’d never done with anyone else before. She clung to him as he applied more pressure, not enough to enter her but just enough to drive them both crazy with need.

“Now who’s teasing?” She breathed the question as her head fell back and he licked along the line of her jaw.

“Oh, I’m not teasing,” he groaned. “I definitely plan to deliver.”

And with that statement he eased his hand from between her legs and turned her away from him. With a hand to the small of her back he pushed her over until her palms were flat on the bed. “Arch your back, babe,” he instructed, and she complied until her legs were spread, ass lifted up to him in offering.

He smacked each plump mound, the sound echoing throughout the room and sending spikes of desire straight to his dick. Gripping her ass cheeks then, he spread them slowly until he could drive into her core with one quick thrust. She screamed and he almost came right then and there. Fueled by their shared desire he pumped fiercely in and out of her until her legs shook and she yelled his name. The warmth of her essence covering him as she came was enough to push him straight over the edge, and in the next seconds he was gripping her hips as his body shook with his release.

In another time, once their breathing had returned to normal and he was certain he wasn’t going to collapse over her, RJ would’ve carried her to the shower or run them a warm bath. Tonight, they each moved in and out of the bathroom solo. He’d let her go first so when he came out of the bathroom she was standing with a pair of shorts on and her sarong tied around her upper body like a tube top.

“I had to improvise,” she said with a shrug when he was obviously staring at her in question.

He grinned. “Maybe you should come work for us at RGF as a designer.”

She smiled back, but the easy conversation between them had dissipated. Now there was an uncomfortable tension that he sensed neither of them knew how to deal with. Did she think this was a mistake? Did he? She’d said it was inevitable. After yesterday’s kiss and the hours spent thinking about taking that kiss further, which had plagued him all day and night, he wholeheartedly agreed with her. Just like yesterday in the cabana, being alone with her tonight had been great. He was starkly aware of the fact that he’d thought he and Grace were great together before, too.

Despite their obvious history, there was a part of him—a very big part that he was having a hell of a time battling with—that wanted to ask her to stay. That part of him wanted to lie and cuddle with her the way they often had after sex, in the comfort of his penthouse in Manhattan. That part had never wanted to let her go, and while RJ had respected those feelings all this time, the look of determination on Grace’s face dictated he keep a tight lid on those emotions.

“I’ll walk you back to your room,” he said, and moved to the dresser to grab fresh clothes.

She was quiet as he pulled out basketball shorts and a T-shirt, slipping them both on and then going to find his flip-flops. When he faced her again, he wanted