Page 76 of Off Limits (Alpha Billionaire)

Sitting there all exposed to him, I would much rather have had his mouth on me than talking about food. But I was hungry, so out of self-preservation, I gathered the sheet up for protection.

“What were you looking at ordering?” I asked.

“I got stuck on the menu for a little bistro up the road. I couldn’t decide what I should get you.”

“Do you know what you’re getting?” I asked.

He shrugged.

“If you haven’t placed the order, I don’t need anything fancy. I wouldn’t say no to pizza,” I admitted.

“Pizza? I can make that happen.” The phone rang as he reached for it.

We exchanged questioning glances and laughed.

He grabbed it and looked at the screen. He stood with a groan. “I’ll be back. I need to take this.” He grabbed a few items from the top of the dresser and put them in his pocket as he stepped outside.

“This is Anderson.”

The door closed behind him. I watched the door for a moment, and then I was leaning over the side of the bed trying to figure out where my clothes went.

I managed to reach my dress and pull it on so I wasn’t so naked. I wasn’t able to reach the padded walking boots. I glanced at the door and hoped that Dylan would come back in and help me. I realized my need was more pressing than my ability to wait for him to return.

Sucking in my breath and wincing with each step out of bed, I grabbed the boots, each one in opposite corners of the room. I managed to get them on and take myself to the bathroom. After taking care of my needs and wiping my face with cool water, I returned to bed.

I had to wait a while before Dylan returned.

“Is everything okay?” I asked.

He nodded. “That was Robertson letting me know the presentation looks good.”

“The one Sarah took care of?” I asked.

“Yeah, and while I was taking calls, I ordered pizza, and then I made sure to make arrangements for Max’s nanny to stay so we can spend the rest of the night without any worries.”

“I like it when you take care of everything. So thoughtful,” I purred.

“I do like to take care of you.”

He slid alongside me in the bed. His lips against mine were wonderfully distracting. His kissing skills were exceptional. He knew when to press hard and when to ease back. I could have spent hours just kissing him. Eventually, we had to stop because there was a knock on the door.

He made a sexy grunt deep in his throat as a complaint before getting up. “Pizza,” he announced.

I was sad to have to stop kissing him, but my stomach did a flip. I was so hungry. My stomach made another loud rumbling noise when he carried the boxes over to the table. The entire room filled with the delectable smells of garlic and oregano. If my feet would have let me, I would have been dancing in anticipation at Dylan’s side. I was acutely aware of just how hungry I really was now that I smelled food and I no longer had Dylan’s kisses distracting me. I watched in starving anticipation—a form of misery all its own—as he opened the top box.

“This one is mine,” he announced. He had ordered an all meat special, while I liked onions and peppers along with pepperoni on my pizza.

“Then that box is mine,” I said, reaching out for the entire box.

“Do you want the whole box, or a plate?”

I didn’t care, I just needed food. “Either. I’m starving,” I admitted.

He handed me the box and a handful of paper napkins. I tore into the box, pulling out a gooey cheese-covered piece. I closed my eyes and sank my teeth into it. It was the best piece of pizza I had ever eaten. I made happy moaning sounds as I ate.

“That good?” Dylan laughed. He was sitting in a chair and eating at the table, a slice of pizza on a paper plate in front of him. He was positively civilized compared to my feral attack of pizza while being propped up in the bed.

“It’s wonderful. I told you I forgot to eat today.”

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