Page 15 of Her Wintry Billionaire
Watching him above me, his muscular arms and chest corded with the effort of holding back, his powerful body slamming into mine with a controlled, primal rhythm, turned me on all over again. The sight of my hot husband claiming me, the feel of him so deep inside, was too much.
He bent his head, his lips brushing my ear as he moved within me. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his voice a dark, sinful promise. “Come for me again. I need to feel you come around my cock.”
His dirty talk, paired with the relentless stimulation of his thumb, sent me spiraling. A second, shocking orgasm ripped through me, sharper and more intense than the first. I buried my face in his shoulder to stifle my cries, my body clamping down around him in violent pulses.
Feeling me climax pushed him over the edge. With a guttural groan that was pure, unadulterated pleasure, he drove into meone last, final time, his own release hot and deep inside me. He shuddered, his big body collapsing over mine for a moment before he caught his weight on his arms.
We stayed like that for a long moment, panting in the quiet office, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the faint hum of the computer. When Kyle finally pulled out, he helped me sit up gently, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead, his eyes soft with something that went deeper than lust.
“Best office tour I’ve ever had,” I whispered, my voice still rough.
He laughed—a low, satisfied sound—and kissed me. “Just wait until I show you the storage closet.”
I swatted his chest, grinning, and let him help me down from the desk. My legs were shaky, and he steadied me with his hands at my waist, his thumbs grazing the curve of my belly.
“We should probably get dressed before someone wanders in,” I said, reaching for my clothes.
“Probably,” he agreed.
But he didn’t move. He just stood there in the glow of the Christmas lights—naked, gorgeous, and looking at me like I was his whole world.
“What?” I asked, tugging my dress over my head.
“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am.” He stepped closer, smoothing the fabric over my bump. “Three years ago, you marched into my office to tell me I was wrong about a patent dispute. And now…” He laid his palm against my stomach, right where our baby kicked. “Now you’re my wife. My business partner. The mother of my child.”
My throat tightened. “When I stood in that conference room at Ultra Bright, terrified you were about to destroy everything I’d built, I had no idea I was meeting the love of my life.”
“Even when I was being an ass?”
“Especially when you were being an ass.” I smiled up at him. “You challenged me. You made me better. And you believed in me when it mattered most.”
Kyle pulled me into his arms, careful of my belly, and pressed a kiss to the top of my head—Santa hat and all. “Best investment I ever made.”
“I’m not an investment, sweetie.”
“No,” he murmured against my hair. “You’re everything.”
We stood there in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, wrapped in each other, and I thought about how far we’d come. From rivals to lovers to partners in every sense. We’d built something real—not just a company, but a life. A family.
Even Reed had come around eventually. After I’d quit Ultra Bright, there’d been tension, but Kyle and I proved that love and business didn’t have to cancel each other out. Now he was one of our closest friends, always joining the penthouse crew for drinks and teasing Kyle about going soft.
Mollie and Hope were still my roommates in spirit, even though I’d moved into the penthouse two years ago. We had weekly dinners, and they were already planning the baby shower with terrifying enthusiasm.
Three years ago, I’d walked into Kyle Ashbrook’s office expecting a fight. Instead, I’d found everything I didn’t even know I was looking for.
And as we stood there beneath the Christmas lights, surrounded by the hum of our shared dreams, I couldn’t imagine a life more perfect than this one.
