Admit You Love Me: A Secret Baby Romance (Irresistible Billionaires Book 2)

felt my eyes start to water. He was going to beat me. I had to do something.
I didn't think. One second, I was staring into his eyes, the next, I was rising up on my tiptoes and our lips met. His eyes widened, and then they shut as he deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to cup my chin.
I pulled away laughing. “You closed your eyes. I won.”
He looked dazed and a little drunk, but he smiled at me.
“You played dirty.”
“You still lost.”
“I haven't lost anything.” He pulled me into him and kissed me again. He groaned, deep in his chest, parting his lips and taking me into him. My whole body reacted. I embraced him, as passionately as he embraced me. He pulled me in, fumbling with the back of my dress to try and get it unzipped. I pushed him away.
“What?” I asked.
“Can we at least make it to the bed this time?” I was impatient.
He laughed and took my hand. We walked through the suite to the massive bedroom.
“Better?” he asked.
I grinned. I stood facing away from him so he could unzip my dress. I pulled it off. I was naked underneath since I hadn’t worn a bra and my panties were already gone. I turned around to face him only for him to tackle me onto the bed. I collapsed onto it, laughing.
We kissed. His hands ran over my body, my breasts, my waist, my hips, and thighs, groping and squeezing greedily. He was still dressed, which was not ideal. I started pawing at his shirt so he could take it off. He stopped, getting off of me long enough to do just that, taking off his trousers and kicking off his shoes at the same time.
“You're an eager beaver,” I said.
“Have you seen yourself?”
I laughed as he kissed my neck. His lips continued their way down my body, kissing over my chest, and paying attention to both of my nipples. I closed my eyes savoring with sensation. He went down my stomach and then got between my legs. The last time that anybody had eaten me out was, five years ago. It was him. Pussy-eating wasn’t in Russell’s repertoire but he fully expected me to suck him off. I almost screamed when Niall’s lips touched my clitoris.
“You okay?” he asked pausing.
“Don't you dare stop.”

5
Niall
I dove between her thighs, like a starving man. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her in my bed again. I worked on her, responding to her moans and whimpers. She loved it. It made me hard to give her so much pleasure. She deserved it, hell, I deserved it. Her hand went to my hair, pulling.
“I'm going to come,” she warned. It was as good for me as it was for her. She shouted, bucking off the bed, shuddering, shaking. I licked her as she came. She was beautiful, I loved to make her feel like that. I would give anything to have her like this all the time. She was the sexiest woman I had ever had the pleasure of being with. If the night five years ago had been intense, this one might end up killing me.
I got between her legs, climbing on top of her. She grabbed me and pulled me close, catching me off-guard so she was able to roll on top of me and flip us over. I laughed, laying on my back as she straddled me.
“What's the matter?” she asked. Nothing. Not a thing in the world. I had a goddess astride me, her hot, wet pussy waiting for me. I had the best view I could have ever asked for, lying there getting a front-row seat to her luscious body on full display.
“Your move,” I said.
She slid my cock into her, and I stopped breathing. She felt incredible around me, hot, tight, deep. She started writhing and I reached up to grab her breasts. She was curvaceous, her breasts and hips generous and womanly. I watched the pleasure play out on her face, her cheeks turning red and her auburn hair flying behind her. I wanted to immortalize the image of her forever in my mind.
I grabbed her around the waist and started thrusting up into her. She squealed and held herself steady above me. She felt amazing. I couldn't get enough of her. As much as I wanted it to last, she was taking it out of me. I could feel my climax approaching. I thrust up into her as hard and as fast as I could. My orgasm hit like a knife in my back, completely stopping me in my tracks. I released inside her, rope after rope of come, completely spent.
I fell back onto the bed breathless. She slowly moved off of me and lay on the bed at my side. Never, not in a million years did I think that a trip to London to see my father would end up like this. It was absolutely worth it coming here early. I never thought that I would see the Baroness, Eddy again much less get to have sex with her again. Memories about her wouldn’t leave me alone for five long years and now, we were back here again. A sweaty mess tangled in the sheets.
It seemed like gambling was always going to be part of the story with us. The circumstances last time were borderline embarrassing and I wasn’t sure whether this time was that much of an improvement, but she put herself on the line this time, not her husband. She was still technically married even though the current situation said something different. I couldn’t care more about her marriage than she did.
I wanted her so much. I had been with other women since, of course, but I never forgot her. No one ever measured up. I felt like she was off-limits all this time but then here she was. I couldn’t believe it. I rolled onto my side and threw an arm over her, mostly just