It’s Just Business by Lauren Landish, W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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“Fuck,” I groan at the feeling of her hot, velvety walls gripping me so tightly.

I hold her hips and buck up into her for a few strokes while she gets her bearings, but then she pushes on my chest. “Let me ride you. I’m in charge, remember?”

She’s going to kill me. Can you die from unreleased pleasure? I’m about to find out because she lifts and lowers herself onto my cock slowly, grinding at my base before starting her next stroke.

Her tits bounce in front of me, and her ass claps down onto my thighs loudly with every stroke.

My body is on fire for this woman, especially when she pins me with sex-crazed eyes and demands, “Whose are you?”

“Yours,” I answer, forcing the word through gritted teeth. “I’m yours, Darling.”

“Say my name.” Her head falls back, her hair falling down her back in a sheet, and her nails dig into my chest, likely leaving half-moon shapes on my skin, and I arch into it, welcoming her mark.

I reach up, gripping the back of her head and forcing her gaze back to me. Looking deep into her eyes, I answer, “Raven, I’m yours. And you are mine.” I add on the part I need her to know, to feel down to her soul. Her lashes flutter as her eyes try to roll back in her head. She’s close again, so fucking close to coming on my cock this time.

Unbidden, I say, “I love you.”

Her movements go jerky as she loses the rhythm. Her eyes pop open, pinning me for a split second as she realizes what I’ve said, and then she falls off the edge into bliss.

Her body quakes over me as she collapses down to kiss me desperately. Amid the kisses, she gasps, “I love you too.”

At her words, my cock gives one last twitch before I explode, my orgasm rocking through me.

My vision blacks out for a moment, and the only sound I hear is Raven crying out her own release, but as the orgasms fade away, we return, panting and spent. Raven collapses onto me, boneless, and I wrap my arms around her, smoothing her hair back from her face as we rearrange ourselves to lie together on the couch.

She nuzzles into my chest, placing a tender kiss there. She’s quiet for a moment, and I can nearly hear her thoughts running through her mind.

Wanting to reassure her that I absolutely meant every word of what I said in the heat of the moment, I say, “You should move in.”

She raises up, her eyes wide as she stares at me like I suggested moving to Mars, not my penthouse. I smile back, encouraging her to say yes, and she tilts her head. “Well, you do have a bedroom the size of my entire apartment, a bathtub I could swim in, and that coffee maker… ugh, to die for.” With that, she lies back down, snuggling into me like she’s weighing her options.

I laugh lightly. “The coffee maker? That’s the perk of living here? Not the twenty-four, seven dick on demand?”

I feel her nod against my chest as she agrees, “It is a very nice dick.”

“Nice?” I bite out, teasing her. “I’ll show you nice.” She laughs, wiggling wildly as I smack her ass, the sound echoing loudly. I don’t know how I have any energy left in me after tonight, let alone the last forty-eight hours. But this is right. Everything about her is right. She is my one and only. I think I knew that the moment I met her. I just wasn’t ready to admit that I needed her.

Her finger traces shapes on my chest, and more seriously, she says, “We’re moving fast.”

“When you know, you know,” I argue. “Think of it, we can wake up every morning, fuck in our bed, go to work together, make tons of money, fuck on my desk, come home, eat dinner, and fuck anywhere we damn well please.”

“Interesting counterproposal,” she says. I can hear the smirk in her tone. She sighs. “You’re gonna think this is stupid, but I’m kinda old-fashioned. I don’t think I can live with someone until marriage is on the table.”

My heart stops in my chest. I’m not getting married. Ever.

I drew that line, not in the sand, but in concrete the day I heard Olivia and Evan fucking behind my back. Yes, Raven is different. We are different. But marriage is… marriage.

“I’m not rushing that,” Raven says, sensing my shift in mood. “If it’s too fast to move in, it’s definitely too fast for marriage. But that’s how…”

She keeps talking, but my mind has been ripped to the past, filled with memories. Not of Olivia or Evan, but of Raven. Her smiles, her strength, her poise in the face of adversity, her intelligence, her willingness to sacrifice herself for me, her love. And in the same flashes of memory, I see my own growth, the way she’s cracked through the stone walls around my heart and I’ve let her in, giving her the deep, dark, ugly parts and trusting that she won’t run from them or from me. She makes me a better man, and she is a better woman than Olivia could’ve ever been.


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