REMEMBER US: A Billionaire Romance (Part Two) by Glenna Sinclair Page A

better than satisfaction. That was something I’d taught her in the past, and I intended to remind her of it now.
    She tugged at my tie, loosening it as her hot breath moved over my chin to my throat. I pulled back just enough to let her nuzzle against my neck, my fingers tracing a pattern that made her shift her position, that made her reach down and tug at my hand. Instead, I pulled my hand free and pressed her forehead back, exposing the long line of her throat and the beautiful valley that lived between her breasts. I buried my face there, my breath coming in hard gasps as her scent surrounded me, as her fingers pressed into my hair and drew me closer.
    I wanted to taste her. I wanted to take my time with her, give her all the pleasure she’d denied me these last six months. But the need was so overwhelming that it became my only thought. I needed to be inside of her. Now.
    I lifted her onto my lap, my hands sliding under her skirt, sliding it up over her firm thighs in a show I’m sure the chauffeur was enjoying. Her boot was heavy and unyielding, forcing her to sit at a slightly awkward angle. And her hands were pressing against mine, pushing them back the opposite direction in which I wanted them to go.
    “Harley,” I groaned, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard against my erection, showing her how desperate I was. She groaned, her fingers twisting almost painfully in my hair as she kissed me with a lack of inhibition Harley had never shown before.
    Oh, hell! I was going to go insane if she didn’t stop!
    “I want you,” I moaned against her lips.
    “I want you, too.”
    And that…I didn’t even realize the car had stopped moving for a long moment, those words were ringing so loudly in my ears. But then the door opened and the cool evening air worked to clear my head just enough. I lifted Harley and set her on the bench beside me, tugging her skirt back to a more presentable position. We’d given the chauffeur enough of a show.
    We climbed out of the car, and I managed to remember the bills I’d stuck into my pocket specifically to tip the driver. I shook his hand, slipping him the money. He winked at me and hopped into the car, peeling out before we were even up to the door.
    I drew Harley in front of me as I unlocked the front door, my lips seeking hers as I blindly worked the key in the lock. She curled up against me, her body so supple and ready. I slid my free hand over her ass, loving the way it felt against my palm. So fucking familiar…who said that being with the same woman every night for a lifetime didn’t have its benefits?
    We spilled into the foyer as the lock finally gave way, falling against the wall as I managed to turn us at the last minute, stopping us from spilling across the unforgiving marble. I lifted her skirt, tugging her barely-there panties out of the way as her hands worked at my belt. But she wasn’t working fast enough. The urgency was taking over again, thrusting all thought from my mind but the need to be inside of her, the need to make her mine all over again.
    Who the hell made suit pants so fucking complicated, anyway? Why wouldn’t the zipper come down and get out of the damn way! And then…her hands wrapped around my length, and I thought I might lose control right there and then. I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else, anything else. But then she was guiding me to her, and her ass was in my hands, and we were rocking together, her body welcoming me inside of her like a treasured guest.
    This. This was what made life worth living.
    “I love you,” I whispered against her lips, as the urgency turned into something else, something beyond physical pleasure.
    She wrapped her thighs around my hips and placed her hands against my shoulders, her hips doing so much more of the work. And I let her. I watched her writhe against me until her expression shattered and her orgasm rushed through her, a scream ripped from her throat. It was a beautiful scene that