Secret Revenge: An Enemies-to-Lovers Billionaire Romance

4. Travis

The moans coming from Emily as I thrust into her make me harder. She just got more beautiful as she became more aroused, and I wanted her even more.

I pulsed as she lowered herself onto me, gritting my teeth to stop myself from thrusting up to close the distance between us. I wanted to savor this moment. The wetness from her core lubricated my length and filled me with even more pleasure and her walls wrapped tighter around me as she slid lower. I grabbed her when her legs trembled and teased her heat, moving in and out an inch before thrusting into her until I was buried deep within her.

I groaned, her walls tightening, pulsating around my length. Her hands wrapped around my neck, fingernails digging into my skin. Holding me close as I moved in and out of her, creating a tempo. Pleasure blinded me and I fought to stop myself from pounding her like I craved.

“Please,” Emily’s voice was ragged. “I need you, Travis.” My body tensed as I looked at her, confirming if those words meant what I needed them to mean. I pounded into her, watching as her eyes rolled behind her lids and her mouth stretched open, letting out a soundless moan.

I moved faster and harder, chasing my orgasm as I watched her advance towards hers. I flicked my hips in a circular motion, pleased when she screamed. Her body relaxed in my arms as she came.

Such a change from your earlier composure.

I quickened my pace, my movement erratic, my breath quickening. Finally I reached my own pinnacle, barely pulling out in time.

I rolled off of her, my hand on my head as I tried to come down from my high. My head was buzzing in the best possible way.

I turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly tilted and her chest heaving. All night I had thought of how beautiful she was in her red gown, unable to get the combined effect of her long legs and her sharp eyes out of my head.

Then she had listened as I poured my heart out the way I never did with strangers. Now here she was, the remains of her dress clinging to her, her hair all over the place and looking more beautiful than she had all evening.

Maybe it was the fact that she tried to keep her distance from me, instead of jumping all over me like most women did. Maybe it was the fact that she actually seemed to care more about my impact on the world than about my money. Maybe it was her admittedly foolhardy courage, putting herself in harm’s way by going to Calypso.

Whatever it was, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted her to stay here forever.

“Can I please get some water?” she croaked, sounding just as spent as I was.

“Of course.”

I sighed contentedly as I got up from the bed, my body exhausted from the exertion and relaxed from the sweetness of the release I felt. I walked into the kitchen, still in the nude, to get a glass of water. One for myself and another for her. I walked back with the glasses in hand and returned to the bedroom.

She sat up when she saw me approach and stretched out her hand for the glass. I was unable to stop the smile that graced my lips when she drank the water greedily, taking her thirst as commentary on the intensity of the workout I’d given her.

I supposed I was a little rough with her. She had seemed to like it though.

All through the night I’d been fantasizing about her in the back of my mind, and by the time our dinner was over, I was so tightly wound that it had been a relief when she suggested coming up with me.

She reached over to the table at the side of the bed and dropped the empty glass before fixing those beautiful eyes on me.

“Do you do this often?” she asked, an edge in her voice.

I looked at her in confusion. Did she have to ruin the moment like that?

“I mean, do you have random one-night stands often?” she asked again, mistaking my silence for lack of understanding.

I stared at her silently for a while before shaking my head. This was not something I did often. Few women could keep my attention these days, but I had a feeling she might not believe that if I told her. She certainly had plenty of preconceptions about billionaires.

“No,” I said. “I don’t make a habit of having one-night stands. Especially because of who I am. It would be dangerous for me to live like that. Potential abduction for ransom, murder for corporate espionage, blackmail for my money. I have to be careful who I trust.”

She appeared unmoved by my implied compliment. She squinted at the ceiling, nodding thoughtfully.

“You’re right. That is something to consider for someone with your position. One minute you’re having a one-night stand and then you’re drugged or being sued for child support.”

“You seem trustworthy,” I said, then wondered why I was so determined that she know that. She hadn’t given me any particular reason to want her to understand that I…

Liked her? What an odd feeling.

Yes, that was a risk many had taken in the past and they had ended up burned. It had never sat well with me to have a child out there, whose mom I had not felt anything for other than a physical connection. The risk of being told a child was mine, only to find out that was a financially motivated lie, was even worse.

I wanted a family when I was ready to have one, with a woman I had chosen to be with, but that was an issue for another day. At least the journalist before me seemed too focused on her career to allow herself to be held back by pregnancy and a baby.

“You know, I’ve had a lot of people come to me simply because they want money. People who have tried to use me in one way or another. I’ve learned to look out for people like that, so I know better than to let myself to fall into the hands of a woman who would lie or blackmail me for money.”

“Well, you certainly weren’t careful today,” she grinned.

I swept my gaze up and down her naked body, feeling my hardness begin to stir again. She really was beautiful, in an extraordinary way. It wasn’t just her body. It was her.

“Are you one of those women who would try to use me for money?” I teased her, but a real doubt crept into the back of my mind. I didn’t really know anything about her, save for what my brothers and I had found out in our search for a journalist who would help us speak our truth. Maybe it wasn’t money she wanted from me—but then again, maybe my fortune was large enough to sway her.

She was right. I hadn’t been careful bringing her back here, no matter how much I wanted her to stay. Even the conversation we were having was completely unhinged. Who spoke of things like this after mind-blowing sex?

What had I gotten myself into?

The sound of her laughter brought me back from my worry. I looked at her, wondering what she was thinking.

“It’s okay, Travis. You have nothing to worry about from me. I don’t want your money,” she said, still chuckling.

“Okay. You just want other parts of me then,” I teased.

Not all of me believed her, but I wanted her words to be true. I crawled onto the bed, slowly approaching her as I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively in a way that caused her to laugh even more. The sound of her laughter warmed my heart as nothing had done in a long time.

I stroked her legs up and down before grabbing hold of them and dragging her closer until she was underneath me.

“Hi,” I said, smiling at her as I took in the sight of her smiling face.

“Hi,” she responded, her beautiful eyes shining with mirth. I leaned down to kiss her, groaning when she bit my lower lip.

I liked that she had a freaky side. She was like spring air. So soothing and fresh. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeper. I pulled my lips away from hers, giving her breasts the attention I had failed to give them earlier. My mouth closed around one perked up nipple and I bit it, loving the goosebumps I could see on her skin. I flicked the hard nipple with my tongue, loving the way she arched into me.

I repeated the same for her other breast, my hand sliding down to find her already swollen nub. I rubbed lightly, enjoying the sight of her moaning.

In all of my travels, I had never enjoyed a sight the way I enjoyed the sight of her parted lips, open as she let out a breathless moan.

I pulled her even closer to me, lifting her derrière with an arm underneath her as I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly entered her for the second time. I took my time, sliding gently and smoothly in and out of her, my hand still underneath her pulling even closer to me. I exhaled deeply as I felt her walls begin to tighten around me. I ignored her pleas to go faster, sticking to the pace I had set.

I grinned and held her tighter when she tried to increase the tempo herself. I was enjoying watching her squirm. I watched as her eyes closed with every deep thrust I took and as her throat tightened as her mouth moved in expectation of my next thrust. She looked even more beautiful like this. I didn’t know how I had been able to survive the slow burn at the dinner.

She whimpered once more, her hands tightening around me, her hips arching and stiffening as she orgasmed. Her mouth opened in a never-ending gasp, and I let go above her, allowing myself to feel the release like she did.

Spent, I collapsed on the bed, bringing her closer to me until she was lying sprawled on top of me. I placed a kiss on her head, enjoying the feel of her skin on mine as my eyes struggled to stay open.

I couldn’t remember the last time I held someone in my arms like this. As her fingers splayed on my chest, I couldn’t help thinking about the fact that I shouldn’t be doing this, least of all with someone I might actually need professionally. But I was too drunk on her beauty and her energy to care too much about it.

I was just going to do what felt right to me right now. Despite what future me would think, holding her like this felt right.

I smiled when she let out a yawn and burrowed her head deeper into my chest, her hand still splayed on my chest and the other wrapped around mine.

This definitely feels right, I thought and let out a tired yawn as I gave in to sleep.