Alpha Billionaire Series
Valentine’s Day Proposal Chapter 25

CHARLES

I staggered into the hotel room, a bit drunk and grateful that Willow had opted not to drink. Whatever bug she had on the plane had left her in no mood for drinking, so I drank her share.

“F**k, Charles, you reek of alcohol." She shut the door behind us, her arm wrapped around my chest beneath my slovenly side hug.

"Sorry..." I slurred. I knew I was wasted, but I still had full control of my mental faculties even if my body didn't want to cooperate with me very well. "Just had a bit too much."

"I couldn't tell at all." Willow directed me toward the couch, and I plopped down there, kicking my shoes off. She fetched a bottle of water from the mini fridge and handed it to me, caring for me when she was the one who was ill. I felt bad for that.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward me, hoping just to keep her close to me long enough that I could apologize, but she giggled and fell on my lap, my tug at her arm too strong. I laughed with her and found the water sloshing down my shirt and onto my pants.

"Charles!" she shrieked as the water soaked through her dress.

"Oh, fuck..." I chuckled. I held her there while I chugged the water and then tossed the bottle. I didn't care where it went. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. It was then that I noticed the small black and white brooch pinned to her dress. I'd been so preoccupied with the evening's events that I hadn't even paid attention to her jewelry. "You wore it." I smiled, touching the cat pin.

"I did, and you're so drunk." She stood, and my eyes followed her movement. Her body was like a magnet.

"F**k, you're gorgeous."

"And you're wasted." She turned to look at me, pulling her earrings off one at a time. She removed her necklace and then the brooch. "I'm surprised Peter let you drink that much." "Peter doesn't tell me what to do."

"He doesn't?" she asked, dropping her jewelry onto the desk. "Then why are you married to me? And why did it take another man and a business arrangement for you to realize that you needed me?"

Her questions hammered my chest, and I couldn't respond. I didn't want to lose it in a drunken argument. She had every right to question my motives. I had been the one to hurt her.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm taking a shower." Willow walked away, leaving me there to think about how stupid I'd been. She wore the pin though; that had to mean something.

I loosened the knot in my tie and slid it around my neck before I tossed it on the ottoman. Tonight, was one for the books. The rally was a success and Willow looked graceful and beautiful. I unbuttoned my shirt and walked toward the bathroom. She was in the shower. I stopped in the doorway as I stared at the water rolling down her body. The bathroom was steamy due to the hot water she stood under. She perched her leg on the bench inside of the shower as she caressed her body with the bar of soap she had in her hand.

I rubbed my hand over my groin and briefly closed my eyes. The monster wanted out of the cage and the way the water had her skin glistening, I was ready to release him. I leaned against the door frame and admired the goddess in front of me. There was just something about a naked woman covered in water that was incredibly erotic.

Soap covered her body as she stood underneath the showerhead above her. The glass was foggy due to the steam, but I could still see her silhouette. My cock throbbed as it silently begged me to free it. I peeled my shirt off. The mixture of the hot water and my body heat had me overheating. I removed my t-shirt then my pants followed, causing my c**k to spring up. I moved toward the shower, opened the door, and stepped inside.

Willow turned around to face me. She looked startled at first then her eyes traveled down to see I was stroking my hard cock. Water ran down our bodies as we gazed lustfully at one another. She bit down on her lip softly. The look she gave me turned me on even

more.

"You're looking at me like you want to do something to me," I stated.

She smirked. "I believe you're the intruder, sir."

"Should I leave?" I asked, playfully. "I can come back some other time."

"I have something else in mind."

She lowered herself to the shower floor until she was on her knees in front of me. She pushed my hand to the side and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She stared up at me as she stroked me. I gazed down at her as her strokes quickened and became more possessive.

I placed my hand on the wall for balance. When she had me at her mercy, she swallowed me whole. My head bent back as a reflex to the warmth of her mouth. I shivered at how wet it was as she moved her mouth back and forth. The steadiness of her movements sent shivers racing through me. The gradual licking forced my eyes to the back of my head. I placed my other hand on the door to give my legs the sturdiness they desperately needed. "Oh God," I murmured.

I wanted to run my fingers through her wet hair though the wall and the door were keeping me grounded. And she was doing a great job of controlling me and her pace without my assistance, but still...

I glanced down at her. "Jesus, this feels amazing."

Her wide eyes peered up at me. She parted her lips wide enough to give me a preview of her tongue swirling around the tip. I squeezed my lips together. My breathing became more labored. My willpower dissipated by the minute. Her head bobbed back and forth. She sucked me farther in until I was fully inside of her mouth.

Good God, I thought as I tilted my head toward the ceiling. The water ran over my face providing me with a smidge of relief. She cuffed my sack with her free hand, shifting between massaging and teasing. The sensations were overwhelming. Colliding into one another like seismic plates before an eruption.

"Willow," I belted out.

She smirked with me still nestled between her lips. Who was this woman? She was certainly full of surprises, and I was curious to learn more about her. Her thick, wet flesh drew wide circles around my bulging tip. I clawed the wall with my nails. I was nearing the end. I didn't know how much more I could take. She moved her head at the same pace of her hand. I exhaled deeply.

Glancing down at her she gave me a possessive stare. Then she winked. I thrusted my hips forward. She accepted, swallowing more of me. I released a guttural moan. I wanted her in the worst way. She reached for my arm, and I gave it to her. This back-and-forth game of submission we tended to play turned me on. Willow placed my hand on her head.

I massaged her scalp while gently pumping her mouth. Her sporadic gagging sent my neck back again and my head toward the ceiling as she devoured me. I took control of her movements. She allowed me to guide her head to the tempo that would welcome ecstasy. I pumped harder as her lips swallowed me whole. The first tremor surfaced, and I quivered. My toes tingled as the next one crept followed. I opened my mouth and allowed the water to quench my thirst.

"Right there, that's the spot baby," I mumbled. "Shhhh...you feel amazing."

She sucked harder and faster. I gripped the wall again as my toes curled beneath her. This was it. I couldn't hold it any longer. I pulled her mouth off of my c**k before I blew. I wanted her, not her mouth. She stood slowly, using my hands as support. "Make love to me?" I asked her, not even caring that in my drunk state I probably sounded like an idiot. I wanted her, and I was sick of playing this game where we pretended we weren't in love. She had to know how I felt. I just didn't know how to say it. She bit her lip and nodded and that was all the permission I needed. I dived into another kiss, tangling my tongue around hers in a forceful attack. The shower door pushed open as I leaned her against it, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We almost toppled, me still drunk, her slippery and wet from the shower.

Stumbling through the cold hotel room, we made it to the bed, lips never leaving the passion of each other's touch. She clawed at my skin greedily, stroking my c**k and moaning into my mouth. My hands searched her body, sliding through the moisture on her back and sides until it found a different sort of dampness between her legs.

I pinned her to the bed, pushing my cock through her slit until I was buried there. She groaned beneath me, grinding her pussy upward every time I thrust. The water made our skin slide back and forth; her tits squeezed between us. I needed her, needed to feel her p***y clench around me.

"Fucking cum for me, baby. Come on..." Our bodies found a rhythm, and it was over before it started. Her body convulsing and swallowing me, and my cock dumping its load in her. It may have been the alcohol, but I swore I heard her say she loved me. And when I pulled out I didn't even care that our s*x soiled the sheets. I folded the edge of the comforter around us and held her.

I was in love with this woman who had been my only hope for a life partner for so long. The time and distance had done nothing to extinguish the flame. Here I was holding her so close to me, kissing her shoulder, almost everything else escaped my mind. Almost.

The thought of her womb carrying my child never left. I lay there as she drifted off to sleep in my embrace wondering if she had really done it. If Mathers was right. The idea that Willow was so hurt by our breakup-by me being an a*****e- that she would abort my baby just wouldn't leave my mind. It tormented me until I almost awakened her to confront her. I hadn't said a thing about my fears when I told her about Mathers's smear campaign, and now I was wishing I had.

Making love to her felt so right. But not if she'd done that.

I rolled off the bed, heading straight for the mini bar. After downing several tiny liquor bottles, I dug my phone out of my pants and sat down on the couch naked. I was sweating profusely, probably from the alcohol, and needed to cool off, both physically and emotionally. No matter how much I loved her, I could never stay with her if she had done that without even talking to me. Maybe this arrangement just got a little easier to end.