Sex With My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 89

Henry and Quinn were cuddling themselves.

"I just feel that I love you more than you love me, what do you think?" Quinn mumbled as she snuggled closer to him.

"That's not true. I love you more than you love me." Henry chuckled.

"Then prove it." Quinn said as she ran her hands over his chest sensually.

"How do you want me to?" Henry asked with a smirk.

"Figure it out." Quinn said.

"It seems my wife needs her husband, doesn't she?" He made to switch off the lights, but Quinn's hands stopped him.

Henry looked at her in confusion,

"Is anything the matter?" He was puzzled.

"Not at all... Leave the lights on." She whispered.

"As you wish, milady." He smiled.

With a swift move, he pulled off her sleeping robe. He threw it on the floor, and turned his attention on her hardened nipple.

"We haven't had an actual wedding, nor did we have a proper honeymoon." Henry whispered as he bent to take her nipple into his mouth.

He licked its tip, and ran his hands roughly over her stomach.

Quinn ran her hands through his hair, as she arched her back on the bed.

"We will do that soon. There's still enough time to go on a honeymoon. That is if you don't get tired of me." Quinn smiled..

In response, Henry raised his head and drew closer to her, capturing her lips, in a sensual kiss.

"Mmmh." Quinn moaned into his mouth.

He broke off from the kiss after a while, and looked at her with a burning gaze,

"I will never get tired of you, Quinn. Not now, not ever..." He captured her lips again, and ran his tongue over her teeth, as if he was trying to memorize her dentition.

Quinn wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She was happy... At least, she couldn't say for the future. But at that moment, she was feeling happy...

"You know what? I want you so bad, and it's killing me." Henry breathed.

Quinn chuckled,

"I can see that... After all, your 'little buddy' needs attention." She nodded at his erection which was threatening to shoot out through his briefs.

"It's been long we 'did it' in the shower." Henry whispered.

He didn't wait for Quinn to respond, he directly pulled her from the bed, and pulled her towards the bathroom.

Quinn giggled, and then smothered it quickly.

"What's funny?" Henry pushed her under the shower gently.

"Nothing much. I was wondering how you wouldn't be romantic enough to carry me bridal style into the bathroom." Quinn giggled again.

Henry chuckled,

"I'm romantic. But I only show it in bed.." He defended himself.

Quinn jabbed at his chest gently, as she laughed.

Henry pulled her closer to him, so close that she could feel his erection on her stomach.

She broke away from his embrace, and knelt down slowly. Her face was now close to his erection.

She rubbed her soft palm on that region, and he groaned,

"You always know what I want, Quinn." He grabbed her hair gently.

"What can I say? Maybe it's because our hearts are now connected.

She drew his briefs down, and his dick jutted out like a soldier at attention.

She chuckled, and blew warm air at his dick.