On top: Billionaire bachelor romance (The Playgirls Book 1) by May Sage

her orgasms were always so intense she wanted to cry, bite, scratch. This time, she did, clawing at his naked back.
    She pushed against his chest, trying to get off, but instead of releasing her, he shifted his hips and hit harder, faster, until she screamed out loud. 
    Fuck. She felt like punching him and kissing him; she did both.
    “Is sex with you always so freaking intense?”
    He laughed.
    “Hardly. I’ve had my fair share of meaningless encounters. Sex is intense between the two of us because we click. Here,” he said, his thumb pushing against her clit. “And here, too.”
    He pointed her forehead out, this time.
    Alice remained silent; he had a point, they did click; but what was she supposed to say?
    I don’t want you for a sextoy; I want you to become my boyfriend was what she wanted to say, but it was Colt freaking Colburn. He dated models and celebrities – even those never retained his attention for long.
     
    •
     
    Colt meditated on how to break it to her; after a while, he decided on casually dropping it there.
    “By the way, your mother might just get her wish. I haven’t used a condom. You’re taking contraception?”
    It sounded so callous; probably because he didn’t care either way. Actually, that was a lie. If he was sincere, only to himself, he wanted to response to be no.
    There it was, the admission he’d never acknowledged: Alice was it. Mrs. Colburn. The woman who was going to bear his children; well, she might even be working on it right now.
    She completely blanched and it was all he could do to prevent himself from smiling. Yes. The rest would be much smoother, now.
    “Chill,” he said, dropping his lips on her forehead, because he couldn’t help himself from kissing her right now. “It’s not the end of the word. We’ll see what happens, ok?”
    “ No the end of the world, ” she repeated, obviously dumbfounded. “Colt, we could have created a life right there. A baby might be growing inside me .”
    She needed to shut up, because he was growing hard and was ready to fill her again.
    They needed to talk, first; he’d managed to avoid spilling it out for a while, weary of her response, but there was no delaying the inevitable.
    “I don’t think we’re on the same page, here. I know it’s way too early, but a child in here,” he said, his hand caressing her stomach, “wouldn’t freak me out. I like you. I like the fact that you work fifteen hours a day, and that you aren’t pissed off when I do the same. You’re fun and funny and gorgeous, and you smell like candy.”
    He punctuated each word with a kiss on her knuckles.
    “I like what we have. So yeah; a baby wouldn’t be the end of the world. It would be a new beginning, that’s all.”
    Alice opened her mouth, but closed it again; after three tries, she finally managed to formulate a sentence.
    “You like me?”
    No, actually, he didn’t; he loved her. Shit. Talk about jumping ahead.
    Unwilling to scare the shit out of her, he kissed her nose softly and replied: “Yeah, I like you. Shall we go downstairs now? Unless you’d like to give another try to the baby making thing; I don’t mind.”
     
     

Chapter 12
     
    “That’s all I ever wanted for Christmas,” Alice cooed in her sultriest voice. “How did you guess? But I need to try it on for size.”
    He all but growled before devouring her mouth, and his skillful hands wild the long gown above her waist and dived inside the front of her tights.
    The Christmas Party had been as boring as expected, so they’d both had their idea about living it up. He’d relinquished her Christmas present, she’d given his.
    His was a purple butt plug which read “do me now” at the bottom.
    Her present, she was currently wearing. The crotchless, smooth leather he felt under his fingers attested to that.
    He fingered her until she became so wet his entire hand was soaked, and then, dipped the butt plug into her pussy, enjoying the fuck out of her expression;