The Bellingerre Series Book #1: The Billionaire & The Trophy Wife

Chapter Fourteen: I Love It

I have been tossing and turning in my bed since I came to sleep. I can't sleep. I suppose it is normal considering the stress levels I am dealing with but other than that, the mere fact that I keep checking my phone to see if I have any new messages from Tony also plays a huge role. He's been uncharacteristically quiet and I happen to care about it. I think I miss him.

Two weeks of silence since Paris.

Was he mad about the list?

I can't forget Paris. What I told Lawrence is true. That is how I feel. I want Marc Anthony badly. I'm hot for him. We got so close to getting intimate. I'm craving his lips all over me, especially at my hot center.

The sound of something hitting my window startled me. I got out of bed and pushed the sheer open peering into the dark morning. I relied on the soft garden lights to see him.

The very man I am thinking of waved at me. I smiled like an idiot. I gestured him up and opened the bedroom window wife. He scaled his way up as I waited, trying to fix my hair. I'm wearing sweat pants. I took them off quickly for a short nightgown. When he came in, I welcomed him with a kiss. I kissed him like we would never do it again. I don't care about what he's mad about but just that he's here.

Marc Anthony indulged me with equal hunger. I found myself pressed to his body, a willing prisoner in his strong arms. He pulled away gently to look at me.

"You are bloody crazy!" I whispered while smiling against his lips. "I feel like a teenage girl right now."

He held my hips in his hands squeezing slightly. He then cupped my bottom possessively to kiss me again, hard and roughly. I stumbled close to the nightstand and the lamp would have fallen had he not caught it. "Sorry about that." He frowned a little.

I don't see his smile. He seems all business. Is the business seeing through what he started in Paris?

"Should we talk?" I asked.

"Let's not talk." He whispered and took off his brown leather jacket.

He claimed my lips again guiding me to the bed. Once I fell over it, he followed and settled on top of me. The bed slightly creaked and we giggled quietly. "What is that bloody sound?" He asked.

"The sound of my bed complaining about your weight."

"I happen to think I'm not that heavy." He shrugged.

I grabbed handfuls of his shirt. "I happen to think you belong here." I spread my legs and he settled in between. "It's going to be a perfect fit Anthony."

He grazed my lips with his own. "Let's finish what we started in Paris." He breathed roughly. "I have been thinking about it... endlessly." He adjuster himself and the bed creaked again. He got off me and shook the posters for it to creak yet again. "Bloody hell. This won't work. We will break the damn thing and wake up the whole house. We don't want that, do we?"

"No."

"Come to my house."

My throat felt suddenly dry. His house. Last time I was there Wayne announced our engagement.

He walked to my closet and got a coat for me. "Come on. Chop chop. I don't want your father to wake up and ruin my plans."

He helped me into the coat. "Should we use the front door?" I asked him.

"And take the fun out of this? No. I'll go out first, then you jump."

"Jump? Are you mad? What if I break my legs?"

"I'll catch you. I promise." He went out through the window.

It's only one floor down. I trust him. I jumped and he did catch me even if we ended up on the wet grass. He muffled my mouth from the laughter threatening to alert the whole Buchanan household that are fooling around in the morning.