Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

”Can you blame me? You’re addictive. I missed this so much while I was gone, just sitting with you, touching you, hearing your voice. I feel empty without you with me.”

”I missed you too,” she murmured, her voice growing quieter and sweeter. ”The bed feels too big when you’re not here. I keep reaching for you in my sleep.” She lifted her head just enough to look into his eyes, her fingers tracing his jaw. ”Promise you’ll always come back to me, okay? My big, naughty, wonderful Stan.”

”Always,” he said without hesitation, his tone warm and sincere. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, making her smile widen. ”You’re my home, Sophie. Nothing feels right unless I can hold you like this.”

For a moment they simply stayed like that, quiet, close, breathing each other in. Eventually, Sophie stood again, picked up the small tray she had set aside earlier, and carried it to the kitchen counter with a promise to wash it later.

Then she returned, her expression bright and full of love. She took Stan’s wrist gently but firmly, tugging him up with a radiant smile.

”Come on, let’s sleep, Stan. I missed cuddling with you so much... feeling your arms around me, your warmth. I need my personal heater and favorite pillow back. Nothing else compares.”

”I missed that too, more than you know. Lead the way, beautiful,” Stan said, letting her pull him along with a soft chuckle. He followed willingly, his heart feeling light and content.

The two of them moved through the elegant penthouse hand in hand, the night wrapping around them like a gentle blanket.

As they stepped into the bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, golden hue over everything. Sophie gently closed the door behind them with a quiet click, shutting out the rest of the world. It was just the two of them now, safe, private, and completely wrapped in each other’s presence.

In the softly lit bedroom, Sophie turned to him with adoring eyes, already looking forward to falling asleep wrapped up in the man she loved.

Stan watched with a tender smile as Sophie turned toward the bed. She slipped under the covers first, wearing only a thin camisole and soft shorts, and settled on her side. Without a word, Stan followed, sliding in behind her. He pressed himself close, spooning her perfectly. His strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest until their bodies fit together like two missing pieces of a puzzle.

Sophie let out a deep, contented sigh the moment his hand naturally found its way to her breast. His palm cupped the soft, warm fullness gently, fingers beginning to massage it in slow, loving strokes.

”Mmm... How much I missed this feeling,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. ”You knew exactly what I needed, Stan.”

The sensation was heavenly for both of them. Sophie’s round, plush ass nestled firmly against Stan’s crotch, the gentle pressure sending warm waves of comfort and desire through him. Every small shift of her body made him more aware of her softness, her warmth, and the trust she placed in him.

His hand continued its slow, affectionate massage, squeezing tenderly, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak of her nipple through the thin fabric.

It wasn’t rushed or demanding. It was soothing, intimate, and deeply loving. He could have stayed like this for hours, gently kneading her breast until sleep claimed him.

Sophie arched her back slightly, pressing herself even more firmly against him. She loved this position, loved being held so possessively, so completely.

The last time they had cuddled, she had instinctively taken his hand and placed it on her breast herself, craving that extra closeness. And now, Stan had remembered. He had noticed.

”It feels so nice, doesn’t it?” Stan murmured against the back of her neck, his breath warm on her skin. His fingers continued their gentle, rhythmic massage, occasionally giving her breast a soft, loving squeeze. ”How could I miss what you want? You showed me exactly how you like to be held last time. I’ve been thinking about it ever since, about holding you like this, feeling your body against mine, knowing you feel safe and loved.”

Sophie’s heart swelled with warmth. She reached back and placed her hand over his, encouraging him to keep touching her exactly like that. ”That’s why I love you, Stan,” she said softly, her voice full of affection. ”You pay attention to the little things. Even the ones I do without thinking... you remember them and make me feel so cherished.”

Stan nuzzled into her hair, breathing in her familiar, comforting scent. ”You deserve to feel cherished every single day, Sophie. I missed you so damn much while I was away. The way you fit perfectly against me... the little sounds you make when I touch you... I swear, nothing else in the world compares to this.”

He gave her breast another slow, sensual squeeze, his thumb circling tenderly. Sophie moaned softly, a sound full of contentment and pleasure. Her ass pressed back against him more deliberately now, grinding in a slow, lazy rhythm that made Stan’s breath hitch.

”I love feeling you against me like this,” she whispered, a shy but happy smile in her voice. ”It makes me feel wanted. Desired. But mostly... it makes me feel safe. Like I’m yours and you’re mine.”

”You are mine,” Stan replied, his voice low and full of warmth as he kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. ”And I’m completely yours. Every part of me. I could fall asleep just like this, holding your beautiful breast, feeling your perfect ass against me, listening to your breathing. It’s the most peaceful feeling in the world.”

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped in comfortable silence broken only by soft sighs and whispered words. Stan’s hand never stopped its gentle exploration, massaging, caressing, occasionally giving her nipple a light pinch that made Sophie shiver with delight. She reached back to stroke his thigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

”Tell me something,” she said quietly after a while, her tone playful yet sincere. ”When you were away, did you think about holding me like this?”

”Every single night,” Stan admitted without hesitation. ”I’d close my eyes and imagine pulling you close, just like we are now. Feeling your warmth. Hearing your little happy sighs. Sometimes I’d get so lost in it I’d forget where I was for a moment.”

Sophie turned her head slightly so she could look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were shining with love. ”I did the same. I would always wish you’re right here with me.”

Stan leaned forward and captured her lips in a slow, deep kiss, the kind that said everything words couldn’t. When they finally parted, he rested his forehead against hers.

”I love you, Sophie. Not just for the way you feel in my arms... but for how you make every moment feel like home.”