The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin

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looked uncomfortable, and she could have sworn there was slight flush
spreading over his exquisitely sculpted cheek bones, but that had to be a trick
of the light. Her breath caught in her throat at his brooding presence.   Dressed in an immaculately tailored business
suit, Lakota towered over her, every inch the successful entrepreneur, and she
flinched at her own shabby appearance. Her mum had brought her some clothes,
but the simple jeans and t-shirt were a far cry from his unconscious elegance.
    He screamed wealth and arrogance, and
she—well she screamed poor relation. No wonder the nurses had all given her
such strange looks. No one would believe she was his fiancée, and no doubt
folks wondered what on earth he saw in her. Selina's visit had further
unsettled her, but there was no way in hell she would ask him about the status
of his relationship with his late brother's fiancée.
    She pushed the uncomfortable thought
away and asked him again.
    "Did you have this one made, for
me?"
    He shrugged his shoulders again as
though it wasn't a big deal, and perhaps in his world it wasn't, but it sure
meant a great deal to her. He had a habit of surprising her, this big,
mysterious man she was going to marry and she knew next to nothing about.
    He had done so countless times over
the last week. She had even found him holding a silent vigil by Beth's side
when she'd been forced to leave her to take a quick shower, after she couldn't
stand her own smell anymore.   Beth had
woken up as she'd padded back into the room, and the tenderness with which he
had responded to her niece's whispered question had lodged a big permanent lump
in her throat.
    He was far too dangerous to her
well-being when he showed this softer, much more human side of his, and he
seemed to be doing so more and more often.
    "It's no big deal. I couldn't
find one that I liked, so, yes, I had this one made. It reminded me of you.
Like I said, if you don't like it, I'll get it changed."
    "No, it's perfect, thank
you." She risked a glance up at him, and her throat went dry at the quiet
intensity with which he studied her. She cleared her throat, and still her next
words came out croaky. "Will you put it on me, please? That's something
one does, after all."
    She held her breath as he stepped so
close to her his body heat warmed her frozen skin. He was so solid and warm and
just alive that it took her breath away. He cupped her hand and slid the
ring on her left ring finger in one fluid move. Once on he kept hold of her
hand and used his free one to tip her chin up. She had about a second's warning
before he bent and closed the distance to kiss her.
    This was no gentle brush of lips on
lips; no, this was a determined assault on her senses, and she couldn't help
but open to the insistent pressure of his tongue, demanding entry. He pulled
her up and flush against him, until her breasts were squashed against his
chest, and she stood on tiptoes to get closer to him. Her hands curled around
his broad shoulders, and his roamed to her ass, molding her against the
impressive ridge of his cock.
    She whimpered her need into his mouth,
and he took the kiss deeper. Ever more passionate and demanding, his tongue
dueled with hers, and he groaned when she kissed him back. The vibrations
travelled through her, and arousal pooled low in her belly and soaked her
underwear with a gush of her juices. She gave herself up to sensation, to the
sheer joy of the knowledge that he desired her as much as she did him, at this
moment in time anyway. All her worries fell away; the only thing that mattered
was his scent and heat surrounding her, and the hot throbbing between her legs,
that made her raise one leg and grind her pussy shamelessly into the erection
tenting his trousers.
    By the time he finally broke the
kiss, she was ready to jump him there and then, regardless of her niece
sleeping in the bed, regardless of the fact that anyone could walk in at any
moment and disturb them.

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