Page 13 of Stalked By the Billionaire

It’s like now, watching her expressions, watching the smile that brightens her face, and I know she’s finished another piece of work.

Her eyes flick up and she catches me watching her. “Shouldn’t you be working?” She grins.

I want to be her person, the one who makes her smile.

I smile back at her.

She brings out the best part of me. I thought my work would suffer, but the ideas are bouncing around in my brain. It’s like she de-stresses me.

And I wish I was this super confident guy, you know, the one that always gets his girl. No shyness, no fears. Not like me—Harrison Turner.

You’re Killian—your confident alter ego.

I shrug my shoulders, tap my fingers over the desk, and grin.

“Why don’t you move in here?” I ask. “We get on really well and it’s safer for you. You won’t need to get the train twice a day.”

Her hands hover over the keyboard as she peers over the computer at me. “Here?”

“I’ve got the space, and...” I pause as she waits. My nerves are fraying at the edges. “And I’d like to explore us.”

Go Killian.

Inside my heart is thoroughly Harrison and pounding against my ribcage. I’ve never been so forthright and honest with a girl before.

Apart from my name, but that’s only a minor detail.

“Us,” she whispers.

Her cautiousness makes me realize that maybe moving in together is too soon. I know I need to be patient and earn her trust, especially after her past experiences.

My blood rushes through my veins. I’ve got this so wrong, but then she slowly nods and says, “I’d like to see how we work out too, but do you not think moving in is premature, though?”

My heart races the moment she agrees to see how our relationship will unfold.

She said yes. Fucking hell; she said yes.

I push my chair backward and rush over to her before I bottle out. Taking her cheeks in my hands, I stare into her eyes as I press a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I wanted you the first moment I set eyes on you,” I say.

She laughs. “Really. Because when I saw you, I was jumping for joy inside. My friend always messes my blind dates up, andI was overjoyed when I saw you. Until I realized you weren’t Darrel.”

My mouth crashes on hers. This time, the kissing is harder, my tongue probing through her lips and sliding against hers. I pull her to her feet and sit her on the desk, needing to be as close to her as I can. My hips anchor her between me and the desk, and I press my stiffened cock against her center.

She gasps and goes to say something, but I stop all talk as my lips crash down onto hers. The kiss starts out sweet and gentle, but as her hands roam over my chest, it becomes ferocious and I want more.

I want nothing more than to make love to her, to feel the warmth of her body against mine. But I can’t rush her, especially after what she’s been through with her previous boss. I need to be patient and earn her trust before taking things to the next level.

She’s worth the wait.

I have an ache in my jeans that seems to have a mind of its own. And I need to give in to the desire pulsing through my veins. I’ve pushed myself to the edge, and now I long for a moment to quell the fire burning inside me. The battle between restraint and the overwhelming need to find release.

I press my mouth once more against her lips, then pull away.

“Thank you.”

Chapter 7

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