Page 25 of The Billionaire's Beauty

“Yes.”

I feel his lips curve into a smile that I wish I could see. “You know what would make me happy?”

“I’m afraid to ask,” I say.

“You telling me that you’ve been thinking about me every second since we were in your hotel room together.”

That’s the thing about Griffin Black. He goes big or he goes home.

I hesitate, not wanting to give him everything. My obstinance lasts only as long as it takes him to rub his lips up and down my neck and subtly pump his hips against me, letting me feel the size of his erection. I gasp helplessly.

“Tell me,” he says, his lips returning to my temple.

Why lie? It’s not like I’m doing a good job hiding it. Why not manage a little grace while I surrender to the inevitable?

“I’ve been thinking about you. Every second since we were in my hotel room together.” I pause, but hey, if I’m surrendering, I might as well surrender. “And every second since I first met you.”

I pull back enough to look him in the eye. Let him get the full picture.

His unsmiling expression doesn’t change, but a tremor of something passes through his big body.

Excitement? Satisfaction? Anticipation?

Whatever it is, I feel it too. I feel it even more when he raises our hands and presses a lingering kiss to the backs of my fingers.

“My bedroom is the one at the end of the east wing. I have to stick around until the last guest leaves, but I want you in my bed when I get there. Waiting for me.” He pauses, giving me a swift and possessive once-over. “Don’t bother with a nightgown. You won’t be needing it.”

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