Taking Control (Babysitting a Billionaire #3)

Finally, his spine arched and he came, pulsing inside her, grinding against her, tipping her over the edge, so the pleasure swelled and burst, shattering her into a million pieces.

Long minutes later, he flung himself onto his side and pulled her hard against him, curving his big body around hers, fitting her against him. Just a few minutes and she’d tell him to leave. But the sleepless nights caught up with her, and wrapped in his arms, she drifted off into sleep. She had no clue how much later it was when she woke again to waves of pleasure undulating through her body. Declan was still behind her, one big hand cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple, the other was between her legs. One finger was inside, stroking her inner walls while the pad of his thumb traced lazy circles over her clit. As if he sensed she was awake, he increased the pressure, pushing another finger inside, massaging the swollen bud. She didn’t fight the swell of pleasure, just let it wash over her in warm, delicious waves.

While she still pulsated from her orgasm, he withdrew his hand, lifted her thigh, and pushed into her from behind. She gasped as he filled her, then gave herself over to the pleasure. His fingers tugged at her nipples, pinching and then soothing, while his mouth and tongue traced wet patterns on her neck and her shoulders.

As the tension built, he touched her lightly between the thighs and she came again, feeling his cock swell, then pulse with his own release.

She lay, half beside him, half beneath him. Some inner sense was warning her that she needed to move, but this felt so perfect, so right and instead, she pushed back against him as he wrapped his arms around her.

“I love you.” The declaration whispered across her skin, sank into her mind, and she had to blink back the tears.

At least he couldn’t see the effect his words had on her. Because if he did, she doubted she would ever make him go, and suddenly she needed him gone.

Because she could feel herself cracking and breaking all over again.

She wiped all expression from her face, pulled herself free, and sat up, wrapping her arms around her knees. “It’s time for you to go.”

Shock flared in his face, followed by a flash of anger. “Are you telling me you feel nothing?”

She bit her lip. “Didn’t you listen to a word I said earlier? It doesn’t matter what I feel. I won’t allow this to go any further. I can’t.” Maybe it was time for those tears after all. She blinked, allowed one to roll down over her cheek and he almost recoiled in horror.

“Jess?”

She sniffed.

“I did this to you? Talk to me.”

She swallowed. Maybe it was time to tell him the rest. “Did you ever wonder why I was coming to see you that night? The night I had the accident.”

“I presumed you were just coming to try and patch things up.”

“I was pregnant.”

His face went blank. “What?”

“Only a few weeks, but I’d taken at least three tests.” And God, she’d been so happy, thrilled, excited at the thought of Declan’s baby. She’d known he would do the right thing, wouldn’t abandon them, and by that point she would have done anything to get him back. She didn’t want to be that person again.

“What happened?”

“I lost it.” And only then had she realized how much she had desperately wanted the baby and not just as a means of keeping Declan.

“In the accident?”

“Maybe. But the doctor said it might have happened anyway. It does sometimes, and it was so early, just a handful of cells.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know about the miscarriage when you visited. I was still in shock from the accident. Then you said it was over…again. And I realized I wanted you to stay because you wanted me and not because it was the right thing to do. But after I got out of hospital, I was hurting and I needed you so badly. I would have even accepted the friendship thing at that point. I was so pathetic.”

“And I was gone.”

“You were. I saw Rory and he basically told me to take the hint and leave you alone. Anyway, I had no way of contacting you so I decided to take his advice. But it hurt. So excuse me if I don’t want to lay myself open to that again.”

“It wouldn’t—”

But she’d had enough. “Please go, Declan. Please. I can’t take any more.”

He looked at her for an age longer, then gave a brisk nod of his head. “I’ll go, as long as you promise you’ll come tomorrow night.”

Tomorrow night was his father’s birthday, and there was to be a big party at the club. The last night before Declan was due to give evidence at the trial. And then this would all be over.

“I’ll be there.”