The Billionaire's Secret ✓

Epiloge

Dedicated to Btsfan_4eva

My nails dug into the grooves of his shoulders. My legs split to either side of his body. Sun shined through the closed curtains, sweat trickled down our bodies.

His hands clawed into the flesh of my hips as I ride on him. His hips thrust to meet up with me. I switch the damp hair from one shoulder to another.

He moans and lifts his torso to claims my lips, he grabs my ass and guided me to ride faster yet at a steady pace. Soon we unfolded in each other's arms.

I thank myself for taking pills ever since I got my first period. Lately, I'm taking plan B along with it. I just don't want to get pregnant now. Our flushed and damp naked bodies cuddled together almost in trying to be one.

"You are beautiful," he muttered, his breath was heavy yet brimmed with joy. I gleam and place my palms on his cheeks before locking our lips once more.

"One more round?" he suggests between the kiss and I simply nodded my head rapidly. I had lost count since our third encounter on my old bed and damn-not -working- heater. Making love became our pleasuring distractions from the world.

He places me on the bed, this time he was on the top. He peels his lips off mine to attack my jawline with wet kisses. His mouth trials to my collarbone which already might have a lot of red marks but one on my bust stands out the most - which wasn't from James's soft lips instead of a hot molten gun.

"This bad." he kisses the spot and I hiss lightly. "You should get it bandaged," he repeated this for the hundredth time today.

"I will," I answered. "Now, just fuck me." I protested to earn his stupid cocky smirk. My eyes roll up when he takes my bud into his hot mouth, his tongue swirls around it while thrusting into me, hitting my G-spot. The headboard slammed onto the wall with his rapid speed and rhythm. It was all good until.

"Emily?"

"Oh my God!" I whisper-scream.

"You told me there weren't going to be back until noon." James hisses, slipping out of me.

"Well, it's already noon and they one hour late," I grunted, looking at the alarm clock while putting on a white robe while James slipped on his boxers and got behind the sheets.

"Hey, mommy! How was your New York trip?" I beamed at the sight of the raven black haired woman. She looks younger than her age, still perfect in shape and size.

"Exhausting. There is nothing too fascinating here! Except for the street hotdogs." she complained and I chuckled. I couldn't join the trip because the paparazzi are hunting me to death and they ask too many personal questions which I'm not ready to answer myself.