One Weekend with the Billionaire Chapter 23

*Braxton*

Julia Thompson is asleep on my chest. Making love to her was incredible, so much better than I even imagined, and over the last six months, I have spent a great deal of time imagining just that, but now that she is here, in a bed, in my house, naked, beside me, I don’t have to imagine anymore.

But I want to.

I want to lie here beside her, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath and dream of all of the ways I want to make love to her over and over again, all of the places, all of the rooms. She is such a gorgeous woman. Everything about her is perfect from her beautiful face to her lean, muscular frame, to her ample breasts and narrow waist. Seeing her take the reins, to have the freedom to move on top of me however she liked, was inspiring. I knew, once she realized she was free to do whatever she liked, that she’d be willing to step out of her comfort zone a bit, but I had no idea she would be so daring the first time.

Next time, if she’ll allow me, I would like to take her even further. I would like for her to allow me to command her a bit more, not in a derogatory way, as I assume her ass of a husband must do, but in a way that heightens her pleasure in ways she’s never even imagined, I assume.

I have pulled the covers over the both of us so that she’s warm and have considered leaving and going back to my own room but stay right here with her. If she wakes and wants me to go, I will. The feel of her warm body curled up next to me is heavenly, and I don’t want this night to end.

I am also tired and should probably get some sleep, but doing so would mean I’d have to take my eyes from her beautiful face, and I just can’t seem to keep my eyes closed. I can tell she’s sleeping heavily, probably dreaming now, because her eyelids and eyelashes are fluttering. I am hoping that her dreams are happy ones. And then, her luscious red lips part….

“Braxton,” she whispers, still asleep. The sound of my name rolling off of her tongue is like an angel singing. “Braxton… don’t leave me,” she says quietly before readjusting, rolling onto her back a little and tucking a hand beneath her chin.

Her words tug at my heart. I don’t want to ever leave her. I want to keep her here forever--in my arms, in my home, in my life.

But I am reminded that Julia does not belong to me. She is married to someone else--to an awful man who does not appreciate her or love her the way that I could.

The way that I do.

I will admit it now; I’m falling in love with Julia. It’s been a long, hard fall, but if it means the two of us can find a way to be together, it will be worth it. I don’t know how it’s possible, unless she’s willing to divorce Jeff. While I’ve never been one to champion the division of marriage, all three of us know that what they have isn’t a true marriage. If he ever loved her, he doesn’t now. He just wants someone to order around, someone to possess. Julia deserves so much more than that.

Once again, she calls my name, more intently this time. I pull her close to me, trying not to wake her, but she must not be afraid. “I’m here, Julia,” I whisper back to her. “I’m here. I’ll never let you go.”

Never.