The Billionaire’s Valet Read Online Lucy Lennox

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, M-M Romance, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
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Jon yanked me down again and cut off my anger and jealousy with more kisses. I could have kissed him for hours and hours and hours without needing more.

Liar. I wanted more. Much more.

When we were both hard and desperate again, biting out curses and humping against each other’s sweat-slick skin, I grabbed for the lube and condom before suiting up.

“Tell me you’re sure,” I said again. So help me, if he even for one minute expressed regret after this, I wouldn’t be able to survive it.

“Inside,” he croaked. “Please.”

I folded him in half and began to press inside his tight heat. Jon’s body was incredible, perfect, made for me.

“Jon,” I breathed. “Fuck. So tight.”

“Go slow,” he urged, blushing over how long it had been for him.

I ran a thumb against the pink splotch on one cheek. He was so damned beautiful. His dark hair was messy against the white sheets, and his skin was damp with our shared heat.

“I will love you until the end of time,” I confessed into the shell of his ear. My hips rocked back and forth, earning ground inside of him. When I finally bottomed out, I let out a breath and stayed still to let him adjust.

His glassy eyes tried focusing on me. “Iggy, please.”

I pulled back and thrust several times until finding just the right angle. Jon arched his neck, cords set out in stark relief. I leaned in to nibble and lick them as I sped up my hips, and Jon met me thrust for thrust. This was entirely different from the sex I’d had in the past. It was full of meaning and promise.

How had I lived so long without this? The look on his face, the taste of his skin, the smell of his need… I was drunk with it.

“Want you to come,” I said roughly. “Want you to feel good.”

I could barely think with the way his body was clasping mine, but I remembered to reach for his cock, to stroke him in time to our bodies’ rhythm. He made the most incredible noises and filled the space around us with his pending climax. I both wanted him to come and never wanted it to end.

The sound of my name on his tongue, spoken between gasping breaths, was enough to bring me to the edge. Jon’s body contracted just as my orgasm hit, and I slammed myself balls-deep into him, holding him tightly and promising to any gods who would listen that I would take care of this man forever if fate would just… let me keep him.

Let him be mine. Please.

When I finally had to pull out, he made a disgruntled noise. I pressed a kiss to his sweaty cheek and murmured for him to stay there while I disposed of the condom and cleaned us both up.

Jon watched me as I moved around the small space, servicing him for once. I wondered what he was thinking, whether he would ask me to leave or beg me to stay. Break my heart or take it gently into his own keeping.

After returning the cloth to the small bathroom, I stepped back into the bedroom and tried to read his mind.

His face split in a mischievous grin. “You’re very awkward after sex. I never would have imagined.”

For once, I wasn’t in the mood for teasing. “Please let me stay.”

The smile fell from his face. “I thought that was a given.”

Air whooshed from my chest as I dove into the bed beside him and yanked him into my arms. “Thank fuck.”

Jon lay with his head on my chest for a few minutes while unspoken words filled the air around us. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer.

“I’m moving to Oxfordshire.”

He sat up to face me. “What? Why?”

“My parents finally gave me the cottage. I’m going to continue my work, but I’ll move there to oversee the renovations in my free time.” I watched him closely. He loved my family’s historic home in Oxfordshire.

“But… you love London,” he argued. “Your social life. Your friends…”

“… are exhausting,” I finished with a sigh. “I told you, I was trying to distract myself.” I threaded our fingers together. “From a very inconvenient attraction to my very sexy valet.” I nipped the tip of his finger with my teeth. “It didn’t work. Besides, I think I’d prefer working with a view of a nice garden instead of the city noise.”

Jon pinched his lip between his teeth. “Or… or I could oversee the renovations…”

I gripped his hand more tightly, but my voice was as gentle as I could make it. “Would you come to the cottage and be with me? Make it a home for us? Plant your garden and watch it grow with me?”

Jon’s eyes filled. “I want that. But are you sure—”

I didn’t let him finish that ridiculous question. Instead, I grabbed his face and kissed him before tumbling him down onto the bed beneath me and showing him with my lips and hands and body—and love—that he was mine and I was his.


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