All Chapters of The Billionaire: Forbidden Lust Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Trust me, I feel the same.” I quickly glanced at my girls, and Monica winked at me. “Thank you for getting us in.”He gave me a kiss, and I could taste the whiskey on his lips, the desire in his movements, the lust that was dripping between us. “My pleasure.”Those two simple words were the sexiest when they came from him.Even though I’d been hesitant when the girls pushed for this, I was happy I’d listened.The feel of his arms around me was something I could definitely get used to.Because even when he was gone, his touch continued to consume me, and I hadn’t stopped thinking about him since I’d left his suite.I placed my hands on his stomach, the hardness of his abs teasing me.Taunting me.Something was rushing through my body, and I couldn’t control it.It wasn’t just the thought of getting him naked or his tongue or the naughty things he would do to me.It was something more.Oh God, Jo, what are you doing?“There’s no way I’d have let you stay out there …”His eyes told me h

Each exhale.I pinched her nipple, and she bucked, her back arching, her chest heaving for more.“Or how much you turn me on,” she breathed against me. “That’s what I want them to see.”“Mmm,” I groaned. “You dirty girl.”And right now, that dirty girl was mine, and she needed to be rewarded.My thumb went to the very top of her pussy, a second finger pushed inside her, and a pattern started of lapping her clit and thrusting into her cunt. She was clenching around me, showing me how tight she was, making me jealous of my fingers.They got to feel the perfectness of her pussy, the narrowness.She was sucking me in and not letting me go, the same way she did to my cock.Fuck.I wanted nothing more than to taste what was soaking my fingers, to be on my knees with my face buried between her legs. That wasn’t going to happen here. I’d have to wait until we got back to the hotel. But that didn’t stop me from moving my hand faster, giving her the pressure she needed.“Jenner …” Her nails sta

He sighed. “I work hard for it. Trust me.”“I don’t doubt it one bit.” I smiled. “Fair warning: Monica is going to die when she hears this. She’s obsessed with The Weeknd.” I turned around, facing her back, watching her in deep conversation with Max. “Hey, Mon,” I said, waiting for her to give me her attention. “Want to go for sushi tonight with the guys?”She nodded. “Sounds yummy to me.”“And how about going to The Weeknd concert after?”Her eyes widened. “Shut up. You’re not serious. I tried to get us tickets, and they were just so ridiculously priced. I couldn’t swing it.”I’d wanted so badly to buy them as her graduation gift, but Monica wouldn’t even let me think about it.Now that she was getting to go anyway, I couldn’t be more excited.“I have club-level seats,” Jenner said to her. “With backstage passes.” He nodded toward Max and added, “Max represents him.”She shook her head. “I can’t even.” Waves lapped onto my chest as she hurried over to us. “I might propose to you righ

They moaned a reply I couldn’t understand.“Fine, suit yourself. You’ll just have to spend the whole day at the airport, hungover and in hell, while you wait for an available flight.”“Stooop,” Lex cried.“I hate that she’s right,” Court grunted.“You have less than thirty minutes, so haul ass.”I went back into my room and opened the drawers of the dresser, taking out my clothes and dumping them into my suitcase.“Jo,” Monica said as she sat up, squeezing her temples.I avoided her eyes, making several more trips between the dresser and my suitcase.“Jo,” she said again, louder, wincing from her headache. “Look at me.”I didn’t want to, but I paused and faced her.“Babe, do you want to talk about it?”I shouldn’t be surprised. She knew me better than anyone.I shook my head, slumping on top of the bed. “No. Yes. No.” I wrapped my arms around my stomach. “Fuck.”“Come here.” She opened her arms, and I fell into her, the scent of booze filling my nose as she hugged me.I hadn’t realize

“Are you really doubting your parenting right now?” I lifted my coffee, wrapping my hands around it. “You’re the best father I know.”I took a quick glance at the photo on my desk of Everly and me. It was about six months ago when I’d taken her to Disneyland. She was still so little, but we’d had the best time, her face lighting up whenever she saw a character, her little jaw dropping when the fireworks went off.“You don’t know what it’s like, being responsible for someone and being their everything.”“You’re right; I don’t, but what I do know is that you do a hell of a job at it. I know how good you are to her. I know how much she loves and admires her daddy.”He leaned forward, crossing his hands between his legs, his head hanging low.“You’re doing the best you can, Ford. You should be proud of that. I know I’m proud of you.”He finally lifted his head. “How can I be when something like this happens?” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a piece of paper,