His Wild Attraction: A Billionaire Romance Novel (Wild Billionaire Romance Book 4)

Chapter Twenty-Eight Ellie

Afew days had passed since our night out.

Andres had been working crazy hours, and even though he came home for dinner every night, he went back to the office right after.

I tried to ask him what he was working on, and he told me not to worry. He was taking care of it.

Dread filled me. I knew it must have had something to do with Gary and his lawsuits.

One after the other, they came every day in the mail. The bastard was suing me for just about everything.

Mine and Sammy’s trust funds. My inheritance. Maxwell Mining. Alimony. The condo where he lived.

But the worst of it was, of course, his suit for visitation rights and sole custody of Sammy.

I’d give Gary all of my possessions and money if he would just go away. But he wouldn’t.

I knew him well enough to know he got his real kicks off of control. That man was a demon, and not in any good or sexy kind of way.

He was evil. And vile. And I hated him.

I closed my eyes, hand on my stomach. I hated confrontations. And this was one I’d been alternately dreading and looking forward to. I mean, I wanted to get it over with. But I was so afraid.

Afraid to lose my son.

Afraid to put him in harm’s way.

The meeting with Gary and his lawyers had been pushed to this evening, and my nerves were shot.

“Get it together, Ellie,” I told myself, staring at my reflection inside mine and Andres’ bathroom.

The first part of any battle was preparing for it, or so I’d been told. In this case, preparations included dressing the part.

Gary was a stickler for perfection, and I knew he would be in one of his custom three piece suits tailored to fit his thin body.

His white hair would be slicked back, not a strand out of place, and I imagined he’d be drenched in that godawful cologne he wore. He had his hair trimmed every nine days like clockwork.

He never had facial hair. Honestly, I didn’t even know if he could grow any.

Those cold, lackluster eyes would be ready to zero in on anything he deemed faulty, which was usually anything having to do with me.

He never wore even a trace of emotion on his pale face other than disdain. And I wondered for the first time if he felt anything for anyone besides himself.

Chauvinist pig.

I really didn’t know what I ever saw in Gary Peters. He wasn’t anything like the kind of man I liked.

But maybe that was because I only discovered what I liked recently.

It seemed I had a penchant for bronzed skin stretched over too many muscles to count, dark chest hair, and sexy tattoos. I also liked facial hair and dark, stormy eyes, lips that were made to kiss, and big, powerful hands that knew just how to hold a woman my size.

Amen.

Of course, I was daydreaming about my husband.

He was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. Certainly, the hottest one who ever wanted anything to do with me.

He did want me.

There was no denying that.

Andres’ attention hadn’t wavered even after my clumsy argument with him a few nights ago.

Having to admit I got my period right after our little tiff was mortifying, but he made it all seem so easy.

Getting me a heating pad, making snacks for us to share, and cuddling with me on the couch while we watched Keanu Reeves avenge the murder of the puppy his late wife gifted him was just the most perfect night.

I’d felt cherished, cared for, and that was new. The things he said and did that night and every night since had left me feeling slightly confused, and more than a little hopeful.

His reaction to Sammy calling him Dad had the walls around my heart cracking just a little bit more.

Okay, fine.

That wall had split wide fucking open.

The man was undoing every precaution I ever took to make sure this thing between us didn’t get messy. But I had a feeling I was too late for that.

The way I felt about Andres was new and sweet, but also scary. I was so attracted to him. It was like a signal went off inside my body whenever he was within ten feet of me.

I wanted him with a fervor that was borderline manic.

After my period subsided, I’d let him know subtly.

Or maybe not so subtly.

He came home for dinner, and instead of grabbing my comfy flannel pants while he changed to head back to the office as he had been doing most nights this week, I followed him into the bedroom after tucking Sammy in for the night.

Andres was standing just inside the walk-in closet, and I closed our bedroom door with a soft click.

Then I pulled off my jeans and t-shirt. In nothing but my black cotton panties and matching bralette, I entered the closet. Andres’ heated gaze found mine, and a sharp exhale left his lips.

I’d never done anything like that, and I was so damn nervous.

What if he thought I was being too forward? What if I grossed him out?

I wanted him so badly.

Hell.

I needed him.

But I wasn’t sure I could bring myself to say the words. So I stripped instead, hoping he got the picture.

A split second later, he was on me. All my inhibitions fled as my sexy-as-fuck husband crushed me to him, kissing me with a fervor that sent tingles shooting through every nerve ending.

It was the first night I didn’t reach for him first. At least, not physically.

And I was so ready for him. Even just a few days of abstinence were too much. My pussy felt so empty without him filling me. Arousal dripped from my lips, soaking my panties.

“Need you, Lupina. Missed you,” he growled, his hands fisting in my hair.

“Andres,” I whimpered.

“God, you taste so good. The perfect combination of sweetness and sin,” he murmured, catching my lower lip between his teeth, and biting me.

I remembered gasping, clutching at his shoulders.

We were like two wild things, pushed together by some unseen force. Unable and unwilling to even try to fight it.

Now that I knew why he called me Lupina and what it meant, I had to admit it was a real turn on for me.

Andres didn’t want me to be weak. Or cowed. He wanted me to be strong. He liked my ferocity, and I was goddamn feral for him.

Chills raced up my spine, making me tremble. No one had ever admired my strength before.

No one had ever even noticed it. But Andres had.

He noticed, and he thought it was sexy as fuck.

Gulp.

Oh, I was in so much trouble with that man.

It shouldn’t have been a turn on. All that muted violence shouldn’t have made my heart race and my body shiver with need, but it did.

I wanted him so damn bad.

And like always, all he had to do was touch me and I turned into a puddle of need.

“Get on your knees, Wife, and open that fucking mouth,” he growled, and I obeyed.

Falling to my knees should have felt submissive. But with him, I felt like a goddess. I grabbed his cock with my hand and parted my lips, sucking on the thick head.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

Andres held my head in place and pushed his length down my throat.

I’d never had a dick in my mouth before. And I gagged around his girth.

Andres made noises that sounded like pure lust, and they encouraged me. So I tried again, sucking him down as far as I could.

On and on for long minutes, I sucked and licked, and fucked my husband with my mouth. His words of encouragement made me feel bold. Made me feel beautiful.

He allowed me a few more strokes before he dragged his dick out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet.

“Nuh uh. I’m coming inside your cunt tonight, Wife.”

Then he pushed me back onto the bed and lifted my legs, so my calves were sitting on his shoulders.

Andres’ hands moved to my thighs, and he held me open. My pussy and ass cheeks both.

He rubbed his dick along my dripping seam, making us both moan when he brushed the tip along my puckered hole.

“Gonna fuck this ass, Lupina. Not tonight, but soon,” he told me, sending another wave of desire roaring through me.

Then he shoved all the way inside me, using one hand to pinch my throbbing clit as he pressed deeper than ever before, and I fell apart.

Andres made me come two more times before he was through, and every time he fed his dick to my pussy, I felt as though he were putting all the broken pieces of me back together.

And I didn’t know how to handle that.