Page 15 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

“Sounds like there’s a story there.”

“If you get to avoid talking about your issues, then so do I.”

“Vero. So, no need to go into our issues, suffice it to say, we are on the same page about commitment.”

“Yeah, it sounds like it.”

“So, you’ll spend the night?”

Her heart twisted and she shook her head with true regret. “I can’t.”

He didn’t react visibly. She sucked in a breath. “I can’t spend the night,” she repeated, slowly, in a state of suspended disbelief that she was agreeing to this. “But I can spend an hour or so…”

Leandro had been with plenty of women, and in plenty of short-term scenarios, but he’d never laid out the terms for a fling with such clarity before and he had to say, he was pretty happy with how the conversation had gone.

It felt good to know that he and Skye were in agreement about the boundaries of what they were going to do. He’d meant what he said: he didn’t want her to be collateral damage to his messed up reality. Just because his whole world was shifting and changing and he was struggling to make sense of who he was now, he didn’t have a right to draw her into that. So, boundaries were good. Great.

And the not spending the night thing? Even better. It kept it so much more containable, so much less emotional.

He placed his barely touched champagne down on a side table, so his hands were free, then gave Skye the full force of his attention.

“You’re sure about this?”

Again, she licked that full lower lip and his body jerked in a visceral response.

“Uh huh,” she nodded quickly. “Definitely.”

He wondered about her life, despite what they’d said. She definitely had a backstory that was shaping her decisions. Though he wasn’t a betting man, he’d have put money on her needing to forget something too. Or someone?

“So…” her voice trailed off a little and she cleared her throat. “What do we do next?”

His lip flickered with the hint of a smile.

“Would you like a massage, Skye?”

Her eyes widened.

“A massage?”

He made a throaty noise of agreement.

“I…can’t remember the last time I had a massage,” she said on a husky laugh that was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

And even though they only had an hour together, he wasn’t going to rush this. He wanted to savour every minute of the buildup, because he suspected that having sex with Skye was going to rock his world.

He reached down and laced his fingers through hers. “Come with me.”

Five

HE HADN’T NEEDED TO say those words. The moment their fingers connected, she knew she’d follow him anywhere. A spell was weaving around her, between them, making her completely his, just for now, and she liked that. Because even though she’d had over two years to regret how much she let Jay run her life, this was completely different.

This wasn’t a relationship.

This was just sex.

A week or so of just sex.

With a guy she found totally irresistible.

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