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The impact of his words has me opening and closing my mouth, he chuckles and I squeeze my lips. I don't find it funny and he shouldn't either. "How?"
"How they are trying to sabotage me?" he murmurs with lines marring his forehead and I nod. My lips trail a line from his forehead to his nose, I encourage him to continue talking. "I've been trying to expand, go into other businesses to create my legacy."
The silence of the room is broken by my question, "Isn't your company and hotel your legacy?" I shift, trying to adjust on his laps, he must have mistaken it for me leaving him because his arms circle my waist and I chuckle. "Your legs must be numb by now."
"I don't mind," as he says this, he lifts me to flip us over. My back meets the bed, my leg
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He puts his hand up in the air and bends his thumb, my eyes round to saucers, that's a number I might never achieve.All I need are additional business courses, not degrees."Four. One Bachelor, two Masters and a PhD. School--learning is kind of fun."I giggle when he sticks his tongue out at me, I am impressed. "You are bragging.""No. You asked," he fires back and laughs. "Do you want to get another degree?"It takes a few minutes for me to give him an answer, "I don't know yet." My heart swells with pride when he promises to support whatever decision I make and the butterflies in my stomach scatter in excitement. I love this man, he is everything I have ever wanted and more.Throwing my
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Brandon's hand travels up my thighs, I stifle a moan and place my palm over his to stop him from going further. He snakes an arm around my waist, pulls me to himself and I let out a small yelp at how easy it is for him to carry me. I pout as my butt connects with his laps and he steals a kiss from me."Did you like it?" His eyes dart to the empty but stained plates on the dining table and I nod. My husband is the best chef in town. "Do you want to show your appreciation?"He tugs on the hem of my blue T-shirt, my arm goes around his neck and we stare into each other's eyes until his hands find their way inside my shirt. His cold palms against my belly as they begin a slow climb up to the perky mounds protected by my bra has shivers trickling down my spine.
Mr Reluctant Billionaire Forty-three
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Mr Reluctant Billionaire Forty-four
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Mr Reluctant Billionaire Forty-seven
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Mr Reluctant Billionaire Forty-eight
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