All Chapters of Billionaire Alpha: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

MattI snuck glances at her as she talked about work and the new project she was working on for my father. Something about being around her made me feel fifteen again. She was alive and full of so much passion that it bubbled up around the edges of her persona. I wanted to reach over and run my hand up her thigh, but the subtle touches earlier that day combined with the kiss the night before were probably more than enough.She knew how I felt about it. The question I'd posed was a serious one. What was I willing to do about all of it? Moving to Seattle seemed the right answer in so many ways, but being away from Damon, and Dad, from Sophia and Bethany? That sounded like hell. All I would have is Erica.She was more than enough, and yet if things didn't work out between us, I would have to pick up and move back to Dallas. Something about admitting that failure left me not wanting to jump too quickly. I could feign that the move was more about working closer to Jonathan or being a part

Erica"I love this place." I picked up my menu and tried to push down the feeling of unworthiness I always left my mother's house feeling. It didn't matter if I was five or twenty-nine. I still had the uncanny sense that she looked at me like I was one of the greatest mistakes of her life. My father had always gone out of his way to remind me that I was loved and a princess in his eyes, but my mom stripped that warmth away any and every chance she got. I was never enough."The menu looks great. What are you thinking about getting?"Matt's deep blue eyes moved from the menu to my face and the depth in them caught me off-guard. He'd been so good to me over the last day or so, but seeing a different side of him didn't help my desire to push him to stay in Seattle with me. There had to be something bigger or better than me that would convince him that he needed to move. If I wasn't enough for my own mother, then I certainly wouldn't be enough for a complete stranger."I like the hummus an

Matt"You ready to go?" I turned from the kitchen sink with a glass of water in my hand, the desire to lick my fingers clean raging through me. I knew she wouldn't appreciate it, or maybe I was being a prick about wanting her to think of me as more of a gentleman than I was. Sex was the ultimate expression of passion and I'd denied myself too long.The sound of her moans accompanied with her writhing on top of me as her body clenched around my fingers had me coming alongside her the second time I brought her over the edge. I wasn't sure she realized the power she had over me, or maybe she was simply being careful not to use it. Either way, I wanted more. So much more. I took a long drink and watched her with the remnant of desire that still danced around my stomach. I wasn't sure it was going to dissipate with her anywhere near me. It was a waste of energy to try and force myself into a calm. My fantasies were within reach. So close."Absolutely." She licked at her lips subtly and wa

EricaWe barely made it inside the door to my condo before he pulled my shirt off. I'd never experienced passion like that before. I'd only been with Tanner, but we'd had some fantastic romps in the sheets. Fear blazed through me that I wouldn’t be enough, but the feel of Matt's hands tearing at my clothes and the wetness of his tongue against my neck and the tops of my breasts decimated any thoughts from my mind. Carnality took over and I dove in headfirst."God, I need you," he groaned against my throat as he ground into me. I pushed off the wall he had me pressed against and broke away from him."Come with me into the bedroom." My walk turned into a jog as he jogged after me. I moaned loudly as he crashed into me and lifted me off my feet, tackling me to the sheets and turning me over roughly."My turn to taste you, you naughty bitch." He pulled at my jeans, tugging them over my hips without undoing them."Only for you," I mumbled and worked to help him get me free from my pants. I

MattShe was more than I ever imagined possible, and making love to her had to be one of the biggest highs of my life, but laying there afterward let worry set in. Was I too rough? Too aggressive? Would she think I was a cock for pushing her around and treating her like an object?Had I treated her like an object? The thought caused my stomach to turn.I turned to glance at the clock after laying there for what felt like forever. 3 a.m.The sexy curves of her body just under the sheet called to me as she lay on her side, her breathing deep and peaceful. So much of me wanted to snuggle into the back of her and tell her that I was in love with her, but it was selfish. She wanted something in life that I doubted I could give her.I hadn't done much with myself and at twenty-eight I was without a job, a defined future or a paycheck. I was still sucking off my father even though I'd made the decision after college to cut ties with his bankroll.My pulse spiked as indecision ran through me