THE Media Baron's Heiress (BOOK 2)

CHAPTER 25

Tessa collapsed onto Brad’s chest, her lungs starved of oxygen.  Her shoulders and face glistened with perspiration.  Loose strands of hair clung to her face.  She panted breathlessly as if she’d just sprinted a marathon.  She lifted her head and fixed her eyes adoringly on her husband.  Why was it that she was always breathless and spent?  He looked like he could go another five rounds, yet she was the one who spent two hours almost every day in the gym.

As if reading her mind he whispered these words.  ‘You are amazing,’ his lips seductively, pressed on her shoulder.  She was remarkable.  She always gave one hundred percent in bed.  Even after all these years she was still feisty and competitive in bed, never wanting to relinquish power.  He loved her more each day, if that was possible.  No woman had ever made love to him with all of her five senses, yet his wife did so every time, to perfection.

‘I’m glad you think so handsome,’ she smiled brushing her lips to his.  ‘I am exhausted.’

He loved it when she called him that.  ‘So we’re done then?’ he enquired disappointingly.

He was still inside her.  His fingers curved over her buttocks, angling her in the position he wanted her.   She felt him stir, grow larger all over again.

‘I did not satisfy you?’ she asked in alarm.

‘Oh you did,’ his lips captured hers caressingly.  ‘On a scale of one to ten, you get top marks,’ he dragged his lips away to assure her.

‘But?’ she prompted, returning his kiss even whilst she was breathless.

‘No buts,’ he rolled with her so she was under him.  ‘It was that good.  I want seconds.’

‘Oh.  I don’t know if I can move a single muscle, let alone go another round,’ she pleaded.

‘Really?’ he challenged, lifting himself out of her, and teasingly thrusting, and tempting and teasing again and again, until he was as erect as concrete.  She groaned, instinctively lifted her pelvis capturing him, when she thought he was escaping.  It was more than an hour later when she laughed softly.

‘What?’ Brad smiled.

‘You are amazing,’ she murmured, fielding her fingers through the fine strands of hair on his expansive chest.  His head turned from his pillow towards her, smiling into her eyes.  He laced his fingers through hers.

‘I can’t believe you are my wife,’ his eyes locked with hers.

‘Is this a sudden revelation after four years of marriage?’ she laughed.

‘You could have any man in the world.  Why did you choose me?’

She lifted one elbow, gazed into his eyes.  ‘Of all the men I met at JeTag, you were the only one who did not know how to dance.’  She smiled, dropped back onto the pillow, shutting her eyes.  He knew, he was not going to get the answer. 

There were many attractive billionaires in the world.  Before he met her, she was one of the wealthiest women in the world, strikingly beautiful and clinically intelligent.  He had thought she was a spoilt little rich girl with no substance. 
How  very wrong he had been.  She was ten times the man he was, and every day he found new reasons to fall in love with his wife.  She loved him unconditionally.  She was faithful, protective and demonstratively supportive.  She respected him as the head of their home.  She respected his authority in the office.  She loved and cared for Aunt Bertha as if she was her own mother.  She was compassionate to their staff at home and all their international employees.  In a word she was perfection.  She was a perfect mother to their son.