All Chapters of The Billionaire Bargain : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

When the elevator doors opened onto the emergency wing, Henri stepped out. He hadn't bothered to put his tie back on; his top buttons were undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms. Flanking him were two of his personal security detail, heavy-set men in dark suits who silently cleared a path through the crowded hallway. The hospital was boisterous with activity, patients being attended to by rushed nurses and doctors.​Henri’s eyes swept the room, entirely ignoring the stares of the hospital staff, until they locked onto Elizabeth sitting in a plastic chair near the triage desk.​"Elizabeth," he called.​She snapped her head up. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and the sight of her looking so utterly defenseless sent a sharp jolt straight to Henri's chest. The possessive anger that had been simmering back in his penthouse boiled right to the surface.​She stood up, her voice a breathless whisper. "Henri? You... you came yourself? I thought you were sending a car?"​Henri

The rest of the drive was filled with heavy silence. Henri held her tightly in his lap, keeping his arms firmly around her waist. Whenever she tried to move, his grip only became stronger, demanding her silent submission.The car finally slowed as it entered one of the City of Saints' most luxurious neighborhoods. They drove into the private underground parking garage of his glass-and-steel high-rise. The car came to a stop, and Greg quickly got out to open the door. Without loosening his hold, Henri lifted Elizabeth into his arms, carrying her easily. The scent of cedar drew her in, and her cheeks warmed as he took her toward the private elevator.“Don’t let go,” he whispered softly.Elizabeth nodded, resting her head against his shoulder.The elevator doors opened directly into his penthouse foyer. The space was quiet and lit warmly by recessed lights, highlighting the sweeping views of the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows.Henri stepped out of the elevator while st

He kissed her mouth with hungry passion, and the smoldering flame inside her instantly roared into blazing life. He spread his kisses down to the sensitive nape of her neck. One of his hands cupped her bare breast, his fingers sending a thrill through her skin, while his other hand slid down to pull her close—completely ignoring the incessant vibration of his phone.​Thrilled by the touch of his lean hands, she pushed gently against his chest. "My turn," she whispered, guiding him down onto the mattress and climbing atop him. Hungry for the faint, salty taste of his skin, she leaned down to trace her tongue across his chest and down the line of his hard abs. Henri shuddered. His low moan vibrated through her like an aphrodisiac, her excitement mounting as his warm hands slid down her thighs, finding the heat between her legs.​She met his gaze, her eyes dark with promise. Dragging her lips across his jaw to his chin, she whispered, "I want you in me, Henri."​A primal hunger took hold

After the splendour of some of his prime Montreal real estate, they headed back. The drive was subdued. Elizabeth noticed Henri glance at her a couple of times, as if trying to read her expression, and smiled brightly at him.​She sat tensely in her seat as he drove. Now she knew who he really was. He was certainly not the shark of Montreal. He was showing a novel side of himself—an emotional side; he wasn't just a billionaire who devoured, but a man hurting. He was a man haunted by the past loss of a love that had hardened his heart, never wanting to become vulnerable again so as not to be fooled. That was why he behaved so coldly, to mask his warmth. Elizabeth truly wanted to feel him, all of him. She wanted to bask in his warmth, feeling every bit of him, letting him know it was safe to be vulnerable and that he had nothing to be ashamed of with her. She wanted to be devoured and consumed completely by him.​Yet there was Marie. A woman he had loved so deeply that it both broke him

Elizabeth’s next few days were spent with Henri, who took her on official dates and numerous places in Montreal. First was the concert. She sat beside him in the fifth row of the Recital Hall in Bell Centre, thrilling to the music and the gorgeous man, enjoying the occasional brush of his sleeve on her arm. Afterwards, he took her to the Italian restaurant Moccione, but they didn’t linger long. They wolfed their food and drove home, replete with their fill of music and drunk on the desire growing between them. And, as though possessed with an insatiable hunger, Henri made passionate love to her until their lips were bruised and their bodies aching for sleep.​They didn’t go to the farm on Sunday. There wasn’t time. And she didn’t go back to her place. She stayed and made love with Henri. And when Monday rolled around, she walked down to the Quay and caught the bus to work, just as if she weren’t living with a billionaire.​Every day after that became a mad tightrope act between work,