Page 46 of Her Forever Billionaire

Doubt surfaced the way a mythical monster rose from a picture-perfect lake—sudden and terrifying. What were they doing sleeping together like this? Where was it leading?

She knew already. Because while he’d made her feel so wonderful with his hot words and praises, there’d been no promises.

Kelsi sat up, moving away from him. And for the first time in fifteen hours, he let her.

She walked into her bathroom, knowing she needed to put the brakes on her infatuation. Just because the man thought she was attractive, she didn’t need to think herself in love with him or anything. She needed to watch herself.

But Jack appeared in the doorway, coming to stand behind her as she frowned at herself in the mirror. His hands settled on her body—smoothing.

‘You’re not your mum, Kelsi, and not your dad. Just you. And your eyes are beautiful. Be proud of them.’

She turned and shushed him with her mouth. She didn’t want those words any more—the ones that made her fall all the more for him. Recklessly she fired up her movements. She had to make the most of the moment. Because the moment couldn’t possibly last.

Through the night Jack let her take the lead—both physically and in the avoidance of discussing anything too heavy. He didn’t want to think of anything more than a few minutes ahead.

She pushed them both to a new frontier of high-speed, high-endurance sex that had her clutching the bedhead for support and him feeling like beating his chest and roaring like a victorious warlord. She stunned him with her strength and stamina and sparkle.

He’d known, hadn’t he? He’d known how passionate and beautiful and bewitching she was. How wild. And he was so damn glad he’d worked out how to unlock it all again. He buried himself in her, buried the thoughts of what else he ought to be doing. He just wanted to be with her.

But on Sunday morning, she pushed him away. ‘I have to work on a design. I have a deadline this week. I can’t waste another day with you.’

Waste a day? Um, no, he damn well wasn’t wasting a day either. He didn’t have time to. So he wasn’t going anywhere. But he could make a compromise. ‘I could help you.’

‘No, you can’t,’ she said firmly. ‘You’re a distraction.’

‘I won’t be. You need to take regular breaks from the computer or you’ll get RSI.’

‘I need to concentrate.’

‘I’ll be quiet. In fact I’m going to sleep. I’m tired.’ He snapped his eyes shut. ‘You go work for a few hours out there.’ He felt her hesitation. ‘Go on,’ he said brusquely. ‘Stop wasting time. Get chained to the computer. If I hear you moving around I’ll be out with the whip.’

‘The whip?’ she asked a little too innocently.

He opened one eye and grinned. ‘Later, if you’re lucky,’ he teased.

He stretched out in her cosy bed and listened to her rhythmic tapping of the keyboard, feeling his tension rising again already. Crazy. Even by his standards he should be at saturation point, yet here he was hornier than ever. Ridiculous.

He gave her just over an hour but then it was time to lay claim to her for a while. He walked up behind her, quietly impressed by the screeds of programming gobbledegook across the big computer screen. She pressed a button and it turned into an incredible graphic interface. Wow.

But she was even more wow.

‘I’m going to shower.’ He danced his fingertips across her collarbones, bending to kiss the side of her neck.

‘Oh.’ She sighed deeply.

Seeing her melt was gratifying.

‘You want to join me?’ He pulled her back towards him so he could kiss lower down her neck.

‘Mmm. It’ll boost my energy.’

He teased her into the bathroom. It was as amazing as the rest of her flat—antique glass bottles were filled with soaps and lotions and lined up along the shelf, and there were random things in unexpected places. But the shower and basin units were gleaming white, the towels huge and soft and inviting. It was feminine but not fluffy, simple and yet stamped with her quirk. He liked that she’d made a little luxury sanctuary for herself. He also liked it that she ran the water as hot as he did. Watching her enjoy it was almost as sensational as feeling her explode around him. Combining the two was insane.

‘Let me.’ He rubbed her scalp and twisted her hair into froth covered crazy shapes.

Afterwards she pulled on some clothes and didn’t bother doing her hair, just went straight back to park in front of her computer and disappeared off into concentration land. Refusing to feel surplus to requirements, Jack prowled into the kitchen, his stomach telling him sustenance was necessary sooner rather than later. The contents of her cupboards weren’t inspiring.

‘I’m going to the shop, Kelsi. Anything you want?’

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