Page 44 of The Billionaire Babe

“Good. How did you get here?” he asks.

“I drove,” I tell him. It isn’t usual that I drive myself places anymore, but last night and tonight have been exceptions.

“You drove?” he clarifies, his eyebrows rising.

“Yeah, my car is out front.”

“Jesus. You drove to this shit end of town, to a boxing match, in your G-Wagon?” He looks at me like I am crazy. Maybe I am. “You and I are going to need to have words about that,” he mumbles.

“Believe it or not, but I am capable of driving myself places. Besides, I like the beast,” I say, thinking about my car and rolling my shoulders back.

“You drive me crazy, that is for sure. So, your place or mine tonight, sweetheart?” he says, and I suck in a sharp intake of breath. His hands flex on my hips, like he is holding me from running, but I don’t move. Instead, I lean more into his hold, not wanting to leave at all.

“Excuse me?” I ask, raising my eyebrow. A smile threatens to form on my face as I look at him.

“You didn’t think that was all we had for tonight, did you? The fight is over now.” His face is serious, his eyes challenging, reminding me that his rule of staying away from sex before a fight is no longer valid.

“But you just were in a boxing ring! You’re sore, aren’t you?” I ask, looking at his shoulder, at the masseuse who is doing a good job of ignoring our conversation. I see the bruises on AJ’s face, the redness of his knuckles. He may have won, but his body is still beaten.

“Not that sore.” His hands flex again. I feel like this is a test. Like he is pushing me to the edge again to see if I am, in fact, all in or if I will crumble and run home to my father.

“I need to drop the girls off,” I tell him simply.

“I’ll meet you at your place, then,” he says. “Text me when you are on your way home, and I’ll head over.” He looks for any hesitation on my face, but there is none.

“Okay,” I say, smiling. I like his self-assuredness. He knows what he wants.

“Okay.” His hand grabs my neck, and he brings me to his lips. I kiss him slowly, and I almost melt at how sensual this kiss is. It is different from before. His hold on my neck is possessive but not tight. But I want it to be. It is like he is wanting everyone to see, to show everyone that I am his. As he pulls back a little, his hold on me remains firm, our foreheads nearly touching. “You like it when I grab you like this?” he asks quietly, his eyes thinning, looking at me with interest.

“I do. A lot,” I tell him as I swallow, my throat moving under his fingers. I hear a deep rumble of satisfaction from him as the crowd behind me comes back into focus.

“Okay, we get it! You two are so fucking hot I want to join in, but can we go now, please!” Simone yells, and I pull away, laughing. AJ growls, and as I step away from him, he slaps my ass, making me jump.

“Drive safe,” he says as the girls grab my hands and we all walk out, leaving all the sweat and testosterone behind us, along with my good girl image.

But I don’t care because the stupid grin on my face is the most genuine I have ever had in my life.

23

AJ

As I pull into the garage and punch in the code she texted me into the keypad, I don’t even think about driving away. I should. I should remove myself from this situation. I shouldn’t have touched her. Tasted her.

But I’m too far gone.

My balls are still heavy, encased in my jeans, my zipper so tight against my permanently hard cock that I am pretty sure my skin will be indented by the time I get upstairs. My libido is on fire and ready to go all night. And that is exactly my plan as I drive down underneath this high-rise to the parking garage, following her directions, to get to her.

The bright lights of my Harley showcase the cleanest garage I have ever seen. Polished concrete floors, white walls without a hint of graffiti. I ride past luxury cars, all with high-shine polish, and I take it all in. There must be at least a few million in cars down here alone. I see numbers painted on the floor and pull my bike in, parking in the spot she mentioned. Right next to a blacked-out Mercedes G-Wagon, which I already know is hers.

This woman lives in complete security, yet has given me one hundred percent access to her. I am equal parts mad and pleased. She trusts me. And she can. But she needs to be more careful with her security, and not hand out those details to just anyone.

You’re a good man, AJ. Her voice repeats in my mind, and I like to think now that I am older, with life experience, I make better decisions. I’m smarter, healthier, and more in control of my life than I ever have been before. Except for now. Right now, my body is humming to be inside hers, and as I turn off my bike and step away from it, my legs take me to the elevator, and my finger presses the buttons almost on autopilot. Nothing and no one will keep me away from having her tonight.

The ride is quick, and I step out, spotting her door and knocking. I look around at the polished decor as I wait. There is no mistaking that this apartment building is the best in the city. You can’t live here for less than a few million. Up here, on the top floor, I’m guessing that Valerie paid a pretty fortune. I catch my reflection in the black shiny marble coating the walls and grit my teeth. Everything is so clean and perfect; I am the only thing out of place. The door sweeps open, and my head whips around to see her standing before me, her chest moving rapidly like she is breathless. My dick throbs as I take her in, and I fist my hands, ensuring I remain where I am and don’t barge into her apartment and fuck her against the wall, which is what I really want to do.

“You made it!” she says, chewing her lip. She seems a little nervous. I let my eyes drop over her again. She has taken off the leather jacket, her black singlet top the only thing hiding her upper body and doing a poor job of it, as I see a slither of red lace peeking out. She is wearing matching underwear. I swallow thickly. My eyes lower to her bare feet, noticing she’s a few inches shorter than usual, and I can see her toes are painted red. Matching her underwear. Her hair looks freshly brushed, her lips glossy, her eyes wide.

“Letting me in, sweetheart, or am I going to stand out here all night?” I ask when neither of us moves. My voice is a little hoarse because I haven’t spoken since she left the training room. I couldn’t. My mind has been focused on nothing but the fight for months, and now I am only focused on one thing. Her.

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