Page 19 of The Billionaire's Proposal

Her hips sway and head bobs to the music when I finally say, “Let’s break up my brother’s harem. Do you like to dance?”

“I love dancing.”

I slide my hand from her elbow to her hand, escorting her to the dance floor. Her hand feels warm and inviting just like her thigh in the car. I don’t know why I brought her here to meet Enzo and my brother. This is next-level relationship stuff, and the woman hates me, but thankfully, the wine has softened us both.

“Winnie!” my brother screams. “And you must be the videotaping boat captain.”

“In the flesh.” Cameron smirks and raises her hand slightly.

Wells sweeps her away from my grasp, pulling her across the dance floor in steady movements. He has her laughing throughout two songs. Carefree and fun loving is how I would describe Cameron if this were the first time I met her. I can no longer stand seeing his arms around my girl.

My girl?

With determination etched on my face, I step in and claim her back from my brother’s arms.

I pull her chest to mine as the vibrations from the heavy beat ensure our bodies move rhythmically. Her hands are loose by her sides, while I have one hand on her hip, making sure we stay in sync. There’s not a chance in hell I’m letting her go tonight. It’s the first time I’ve felt alive in years.

Song after song plays, and I haven’t pried my eyes away from the gorgeous boat captain.

We’re glued together at our centers and fuck if it doesn’t make me hard. She pulls her hair off her neck and on instinct, I lean down and blow on her fiery red skin. Her scent is intoxicating—the faint smell of sweat mixed with a powdery, sweet, musky aroma. Cameron keeps her arms over her head, practically daring me to cross the line.

I mumble over the column of her neck, “Is this what you want?”

She lets her hair fall, and her arms thread around my neck. My body burns with need to touch her, wanting to feel every bit of her. Lazily, my lips trail over her scented skin and suck below her ear.

Her hands skate to my face, holding me as our eyes crash, and our bodies grind to the hypnotic music. Our lips are like magnets, unable to control the physics of them snapping together. I capture her bottom lip, and then our flesh combines like a perfect storm. I want her so bad, I can’t see straight.

Cameron pulls back and with one finger on my lips, she says, “I have to go to the bathroom.”

With a few confident strides, she’s gone, and I’m left to decide whether to follow her.

Chapter Eleven

CAMERON

Is he following me? God, I hope he’s following me. Between dancing and Winslow’s sensual lips, my panties are soaked with arousal.

Searching for the restrooms, I skim through the bar displaying old-school charm with modern bartenders setting drinks on fire. I notice a random guy wobbling in the aisle with a drink precariously balanced in his hand. I try to avoid him but with one clumsy misstep, he accidentally bumps into me, spilling his red drink on my dress.

The guy blurts a string of slurry words together. “I’m so sorry. Let me make it up to you, sweetheart.” He takes a napkin and blots my dress, pressing on my chest.

Before I can respond, Winslow jerks his arm. “Touch her one more time and lose your drinking arm.”

I touch Winslow’s back and whisper, “It was an accident.”

“Touching you without permission is not an accident.”

Winslow nods to the bartender, and security escorts the drunk guy out of view. Then Winslow pulls me down the hall to the restrooms. He’s like a desperate man bursting through the bathroom door. I look around, and we’re in the family bathroom.

“I don’t like other men touching you,” he growls as he kisses me. It’s needy and hungry, just how I want it. “I need to know… was excusing yourself to the bathroom your way of telling me you want the same thing I do?”

“If you want to fuck me, then yes.”

“The bathroom in a restaurant is risky.”

“No risk. No reward,” I tease.

The combination of the sinful smirk on his face and his the low rumbling growl produces volcanic activity in my lady parts. He shifts my dress up to my waist, slipping his finger under my panties. He rubs through my folds, as my orgasm builds.

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