Billionaire secret sweep のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Her temples pounded with pressure. This was not the night to make big decisions. Her sex-addled brain was diluted in scotch and now she felt like kicking something.The truth was, it didn’t matter whether she wanted children someday or not. All the wanting in the world wouldn’t make that happen for her without a man—or some decent sperm donors at least. Always an option…Once again, she felt trapped, cornered by the bigger players of the world. This was always the way of things. She was living her life here in this house, doing everything a good sister would do, but it was never her turn to choose the next move. Everything seemed out of reach and she wasn’t sure how or if that might change.Toni wouldn’t be an adult for eight more years. By then she’d be thirty- one. Women of her social status typically married in their early twenties. She couldn’t imagine falling in love that late in life, taking the time to get married, and then the additional time it would take to start a family. S

As Isadora peeled the sweet potatoes for tomorrow, Toni disappeared with the phone. Lucian turned to her and grinned. “She’s growing up too fast.”“The same could be said for you.”He didn’t acknowledge her indisputable observation. “Soon she’ll be able to stay home by herself.”“I don’t see why that’s important. There’s always someone here.” “Exactly.”She frowned at him. “What are you trying to say, Lucian?”He shrugged. “Just pointing out that you aren’t chained to the house.You could make time for yourself.”She rolled her eyes. “I have all the time I need.”“Really? When’s the last time you went on a date?” She laughed at the idea. “I don’t date.”“I know. I’m suggesting you start.”Holding the peeler in her fist, she lowered her hand to the counter and twisted her lips. “And how am I supposed to do that? Go sit at a bar and wait for some stranger to approach? Or perhaps I could just introduce myself then have the luxury of swatting away all the gold digging letches who care not

It occurred to her that their father hadn’t called. Perhaps, being that Thanksgiving was an American holiday, it slipped his mind all the way over in Europe. The thought niggled, but didn’t consume her as it once would have. If anything, she was irritated on Lucian and Toni’s behalf.“Can I sleep over at Liz’s?”Isadora’sthoughtsofwithdrawnfamilyevaporated.“It’s Thanksgiving.”“So?”“So I’m sure Liz is doing stuff with her family.”“Only dinner at her aunt’s. She asked, and her mom said it was okay.Lucian’s going out.”“Lucian’s an adult,” she diplomatically pointed out.“God.” Toni shoved her fork across the table. “I’m never allowed to do anything.”Before she could comment on her sister’s rude manners Lucian spoke. “Antoinette. Apologize. If Isa says no then the answer’s no. Don’t argue.”Taken aback by her brother’s mature intervention, she stared at her sister. Sawyer and Slade remained silent, waiting for the awkward family moment to pass.“Sorry, Isa,” Toni mumbled.Her

The delicate hair at his sanctuaries prodded her thighs as he moved lower. There was a sense of direness between them that increased each sensation. The to begin with lash of his tongue against her sex had her moaning. More of the pressure from the past few months blurred absent, supplanted with substantial satisfaction.His huge hands measured her foot, holding her sex to his skilled mouth. She writhed underneath him, as the require to have him interior of her filled her with a burning ache.“I require you, Sawyer.”“Not yet,” he whispered, warm breath fanning against her tissue, driving her higher, closer to that slope of delight. His fingers returned to her areolas, pulling and strumming delicately over her most delicate spots.His experienced touch freed her. She curved into him and groaned, as he worked a consistent beat. She peaked a wave of unequivocal sensation and shattered.Her body shook as he kissed up her paunch, whispering delicate words of crave. “Bella … wonderful bell

Sawyer called the Monday after the boys returned to school. He needed to see her once more, but in her brother’s nonappearance there appeared a highlight on her each movement. Not that Toni was concerned with her ancient, boring sister’s individual life—she had her possess life—but it didn’t go unnoticed when Isadora abruptly declared she was going out after not going anyplace in … forever.“Can I come with you?”“No, it’s a school night and you have homework.”Toni jeered. “I have to ponder. That’ll take two seconds.”“Maybe if you took more than two seconds you seem get that B short up to an A.”“Where are you going anyway?”Isadora objected with her shirt, not enjoying the way it listed in the front.Returning to her closet she said, “Out with friends.” “What companions? You don’t have any friends.”Silently tallying to ten, she changed into another shirt. “I have friends.” “Who?”She couldn’t think of a single convincing individual, so she made one up. “Susan.”“Who’s Susan?”“You