Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 107: Chapter 107

MEREDITH
The drive back to Manhattan from Morristown was agonizingly slow.
Josef focused on the road, but I was a bundle of nerves. The stain on his shirt got bigger. I found a handkerchief and pressed it against the wound, and other than a flick of his gaze to where I touched him, he didn’t even flinch.
He shifted the vehicle into park the second we reached the garage. Then he jumped out of the seat, opening my door before I even had the chance to get unbuckled.
One of his men was waiting there to take the keys, and more stood guard as Josef lifted me out of the SUV, refusing to put me down.
“The doc is waiting outside the front door, Boss,” Mario said, and I wondered how he beat us home.
Then I saw the big SUV parked behind the one Josef had driven and I realized my bodyguard had followed us all the way back.
“Thank you, Mario,” I said, and my husband growled.
I pressed closer to him, the move must have been the right thing to do, because he stopped his grumbling.
We got into the elevator. Mario and one more guard got in after us. But Josef still didn’t talk.
“I want you to examine my wife,” Josef told the doctor as soon as the elevator doors opened.
“No! You’re the one bleeding!” I said, exasperated with this man.
I was hardly aware of who opened the door when Josef stepped through and placed me gently on the couch.
“Now,” Josef said, and the doctor jumped.
I mumbled through the whole exam, aware the doctor was not touching me any more than necessary. I held my husband’s gaze.
“Really, I am fine. Please see to my stubborn ass husband’s wound,” I said, angry and so over this man’s highhandedness.
“Sir?” the doctor asked.
“Fine,” Josef huffed, pulling off his shirt.
My mouth went dry.
Of course, I’d seen my husband’s body before. I knew every curve of muscle, every line of ink that covered his frame. But every time I saw him, he still took my breath away.
Goddamn.
He was right. It was only a flesh wound, a scratch really, but it still needed cleaning.
The doctor moved with precision and speed, both of which I appreciated because Josef looked like a coiled snake ready to strike.
He wrapped the wound, placed a waterproof seal over it, and gave him a shot of antibiotics.
“Here is some extra dressing, but it should heal shortly.”
“Thank you,” I told the doctor, since Josef didn’t look like he was going to.
He took an envelope full of cash out of a drawer I’d never noticed from the coffee table and handed it to the man.
Once he was gone, Josef turned to me. He took my hand, dragging me over to him, and the enormity of everything we’d just been through came crashing down on my shoulders.
A sob tore from my throat as I clutched at him, careful not to hurt him when I pressed myself to his naked chest.
But Josef was having none of that. He wrapped himself around me like an anaconda, and I reveled in the feeling.
“I’m sorry, Josef. I’m sorry I went there alone. I know you said wait⁠—”
“No. It’s on me. I failed. I failed, Baby. I am so sorry. It will never happen again.”
“Stop it. You didn’t fail. You saved me. You took a bullet for me,” I murmured, my heart stuttering in my chest when I realized I could have lost him.
I clung tighter. Kissing him everywhere I could reach. Josef moaned, kissing me back.
“Need you,” he whispered, brushing his lips over my cheeks, my nose, my chin, then my lips.
“Yes, yes, Josef,” I said, needing him just as much.
“Bedroom,” he growled.
He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I leaned back, watching him watch me with his soft whiskey colored eyes full of hunger and secret longings that I shared.
Christ. Jesus Christ. I love him so much.
I loved this man with every inch of my being. I never wanted to be apart from him.
I wanted to grow old in the shelter of his embrace. To live our lives in the fullest way.
I wanted his babies. I wanted his burdens. I wanted his happiness and his pain.
I wanted all of him.
“Meredith,” he whispered my name, dropping me gently onto the mattress.
Josef undressed me slowly and with care, kissing every piece of me revealed as he slid my clothes off one piece at a time.
When I was naked and trembling, he stood and unbuckled his pants.
I licked my lips, needing him so damn badly. I slid to the floor, and his shocked gaze met mine as I took over, sliding his briefs down his tattooed thighs.
“Baby, you don’t have to⁠—”
“I want to,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t deny me.
Then I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the tip of his thick dick.
Moaning as I got my first taste of him in days. I opened wider, grabbing onto his hips as I bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could.
“Fuck, Little Red, I’ve been dreaming of this,” he groaned, cupping my head, and pumping his hips.
He was a big man, and it was hard, but I tried my best and was proud of my efforts when he rewarded me with his praise.
“Goddamn, Baby. That’s it. That is fucking it. Suck my cock, Little Red. Make me feel good,” he grunted.
Tears rolled down my face as I gagged on his dick, but I wanted more. I needed more.
When he tried to pull back, I covered the hand he had on my head with mine, forcing him to push down harder.
“Fuck, Baby, I’m gonna come. Are you ready?”
I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t. I could only prepare for the first rope of cum to fill my mouth.
Satisfaction and desire warred within me as my husband’s pleasure ran down my throat.
Yes, I was on my knees before him, but I felt like a queen while I swallowed.
“You’re so fucking good, Baby. Fuck,” he groaned, and flexed one more time before pulling himself out of my mouth.
His eyes looked feral as he stared down at me for a heartbeat before pulling me up and crushing my mouth under his. He didn’t seem to mind, I still tasted like him as he pushed his tongue between my lips, kissing me so deep I felt it in my core.
My pussy was dripping with need. My little clit throbbing for attention. And he knew it, too. He grabbed my ass, squeezing with both hands before slapping one cheek. Hard.
“Get on the bed, Little Red. It’s my turn to eat.”