Page 45 of The Billionaires

Sadly, he chickens out. “We’d better let the two of you dance,” the dipshit says to Juno. “Let’s hug and?—”

“Hug?” My hands ball into fists.

He takes a step back. “I’m a hugger.”

Juno rolls her eyes but nods. “Always has been.”

“I’m a puncher,” I state. “Are we going to indulge our natures today?”

The ex turns on his heel and walks away. His wife huffs indignantly and follows.

“Caveman,” Juno says to me, but the smile that tugs at the corners of her eyes betrays her.

I’d bet a million bucks she’s glad her ex just looked like an ass.

“Let’s resume the dance,” I say.

She nods, and in that moment, the music changes to a slow song.

“This is our chance to show everyone this fartlek is real,” I whisper into her ear.

“You’re right.” Her expression is unreadable as she steps closer. “Let’s make them eat their hearts out.” With that, she puts her forearms on my shoulders.

Fuck. Her nearness is intoxicating.

Then again, maybe I can use this as a chance to train myself to resist biological urges. I put my hands on her hips, pull her close, and start moving to the rhythm of the music.

Double fuck. We’ve barely started, and I’m already losing the battle against my body.

She just smells too delicious, and staring into the amber depths of her eyes is too hypnotizing.

Can she feel my raging erection?

Her Mona Lisa smile doesn’t say one way or another.

She rises on tiptoes to reach my ear with her lips. “You’re a good dancer.”

“Am I?” My cock twitches at the warm puff of her breath, and my voice is much too husky as I say, “That’s news to me.”

She nods, looking up at me. “Where did you learn?”

I force myself to focus. “I sometimes dance with my grandmother.”

She looks insultingly surprised. “You do?”

“Yeah. Why not? Is there something about me that says ‘hates his grandmother?’”

She licks her lips maddeningly. “No. Sorry. I just didn’t expect you to say that.”

Damn it.

Her lips call to me, like those sirens that drown sailors.

I pull her closer, and she seems not to mind.

I lean down without meaning to, and she?—

Fuck.

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