Page 24 of Off Limits (Alpha Billionaire)

“Hey,” she said in a soft voice. She crossed to me and put her hands on my chest as she leaned in for a kiss.

“You’ll kiss me, but?—”

“Don’t be like that,” she pleaded.

“I was teasing,” I said.

“Do I look awake? Why are you already dressed?” She looked me up and down. A frown creased her brow. “Don’t you have to go to work? You’re in jeans.”

“And you’re in pajamas.” A smile curled my lips. She looked delightful in those pajamas.

Max sat up and announced, “I’m awake.”

“Hey there, big guy,” I said as I lifted him out of bed. “You want to spend the day with me? I thought we could maybe do something fun.”

Max’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “Can we go see fish?”

“The aquarium?” Jessica asked.

Max nodded solemnly.

“That sounds like you’ll have a fun day.” Jessica reached out to take Max from me. “Let's see if we can find something appropriate to wear. Don’t you have a shirt with an octopus on it? Or maybe your shark shirt?”

Max leaned toward her with enthusiasm. “Sharks,” he said as she caught him.

“Are you planning on dressing thematically too? Do I have to change?” I asked with a laugh.

Jessica shook her head. “What? What do you mean, dress thematically?”

“If Max is going to wear a shark shirt to the Aquarium, do you have a dress with sharks? Do I need to go find something with a fish on it?”

She stared at me and blinked a few times. “As a matter of fact, I do have a dress with sharks on it. But why would I need that?”

I laughed. She was still sleepy, or I wasn’t being obvious enough. “Because I meant we would go out and have a fun daytogether.” I circled my hands together, encompassing all three of us.

Her eyes opened wide as her jaw dropped, and she smiled with her mouth open. “I would love that. Really? Should I wear my shark dress?”

Max nodded enthusiastically.

“Sounds like a plan. I’ll let you get ready. I need to go find a shirt with a fish on it. I’m sure I have one. I’ll meet the two of you downstairs for breakfast.”

Jessica set Max down. “Go look for your shirt. I’ll be right there.”

We both watched him leave the room.

She stepped up to me. “You think you’re being tricky, don’t you?” She poked me in the chest.

I shrugged. I was completely innocent of whatever she was accusing me of.

“I’m on to you, Dylan Anderson. You think you’re going to trick me into behaving like there might be something going on between us.”

I took her hand in mine and pressed her fingers to my lips. “There is something going on between us, and I’m not afraid to let other people know it.”

She lifted her brows at me.

“I promised I wouldn’t say anything. You didn’t tell me I had to avoid you in public and pretend to find you distasteful.” I tugged on her hand and pulled her flush against me. I could feel her softness through our clothes. My body tightened. Too many clothes.

“I need to go before he pulls the dresser down on himself.” She kissed with a fast, familiar peck against my lips and then was out of my arms.

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