Page 149 of The Billionaires

When I enter, I understand.

It’s Lilly. She’s standing with her back to us.

Without realizing what I’m doing, I rub my eyes, feeling like I’m in a wet dream again.

Lilly is wearing some sort of a sleep romper that consists of a thin strappy top and tiny shorts—as in, most of her back, arms, and shoulders are deliciously bare, as are her smooth, sexy legs.

My robe tents. Of fucking course. Coming here was a big mistake.

Maybe I can back away before?—

Colossus dashes toward her, and when he gets to the fridge, he looks up and whines.

Odd. He doesn’t usually do that.

“I’m sorry,” she says to him, sounding very guilty. “I was just curious.”

What is she talking about?

No. I don’t care. It’s better if I leave.

I take a soft step back, but she must hear it, or feel the air vibrate from my fucking hard-on—because she turns.

Fuck.

If I thought her outfit was sexy from the back, it pretty much makes my balls turn blue from the front.

Since I’m busted, I make sure the table is between her eyesight and my crotch, then employ the best defense in such a situation—offense. “What are you doing here?”

She shoots the dog a guilty glance. “I couldn’t sleep, so I came here for a bite to eat. When I saw his food in the fridge, I got curious, so I?—”

“You’re eating dog food?” I ask incredulously.

She stashes the bowl she’s been holding back into the fridge. “It’s made by a private chef and from human-grade ingredients. I just wanted to taste it.”

The dog whines louder—a sound that tugs at something in my chest and forces me to stride over to the fridge and snatch the bowl in question. With a loud thud, I put it on the floor.

As usual, the puppy attacks the meal as if it’s his first one after a year-long fast.

“That’s a mistake,” Lilly mutters under her breath.

I look down at her—and regret it instantly. Her romper is loose at the bodice and she’s not wearing a bra, so I get an eyeful of her deliciously perky little breasts, and even spot a pale pink nipple that is hard as a pebble—no doubt from the cold emanating out of the fridge.

Why the fuck did I get so close to her? For such a tiny creature, she exudes a powerful gravity field that draws me in—but giving in would be the worst idea ever.

“How was that a mistake?” I ask, figuring more defense is my best move at this juncture.

She lifts her adorable chin. “Colossus whined, and you fed him right afterward. That’s positive reinforcement. Now he’s much more likely to do that again the next time he wants to get his way.”

Fuck. She’s right. “Should I take it away?”

She glances down. “Too late.”

Yep. He’s all done—and that was his whole breakfast.

“That’s the shelf with human snacks.” I point at the section of the fridge that was my own destination.

Did she just look at the protrusion in my robe?

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