Page 176 of The Billionaires

Catching her breath, Lilly blinks up at me, her green-tinged hazel eyes frightened and her eyebrows so animated that if they started speaking in morse code and proved to be independently sentient, I wouldn’t be surprised.

“You caught me,” she gasps.

“Barely.” And since I’m unsure whether she’ll tumble again if I set her on her feet, I carry her toward my bed instead. When she’s safely splayed on the mattress, I ask, “Are you okay?”

She nods.

“Are you on drugs?” I demand.

She blinks her eyelashes at me. “Drugs?”

I nod at Colossus—who’s already sleeping soundly, like his trainer didn’t just almost break her skull. “Bringing the dog here. Losing your balance. Drugs and alcohol are the more benign explanations that come to mind. As far as I know, you don’t have vertigo, or?—”

“I just tripped,” she says, looking anywhere but at me. “You were there, naked, so I stumbled.”

“Oh.” I realize that I’m still naked, and that this isn’t socially acceptable, especially since my cock is still?—

“The dog was missing you,” she says with gathering confidence. “He started whining, so I brought him here. If you’re going to fire?—”

“Thank you. I don’t like it when he’s sad.” Now that I know she’s isn’t about to have an overdose and is otherwise safe, I take in her outfit, or lack thereof, and immediately regret doing so because it makes my erection become almost painful in its intensity.

She locks eyes with me. “You do care.” As if to highlight her words, she wantonly scans my naked body as a blush spreads from her cheeks and deep into her nightie.

Why does she draw me in like that? It’s like she’s a cookie, and I’m my dog. Without meaning to, my lips form three words. “I do care.”

And that’s it. It’s like a dam is broken. She arches toward me, and I close the remaining distance in a blink. Then my mouth is devouring hers, and it’s as exquisite as before, only more raw and passionate.

But no. I pull away. “We can’t.”

Her lips part, all tempting and pink. “Why not?”

Where do I start? “You work for me.”

She scoffs. “I couldn’t care less.”

“There’s also?—”

“I know you want to.” She glances at my cock.

“Want? I need you, but?—”

She shakes her head vehemently. “No buts.”

Fuck it. I kiss her again, and not just her lips, but also her deliciously tiny neck, her dainty collarbone, her delicate shoulder… Breathing hard, I pull away to give her a chance to come to her senses—but she slithers out of her nightie instead.

“Wow,” I mutter reverently. “You’re gorgeous.”

“So are you,” she breathes, and then she does the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life—second only to her yoga poses and that leash training she put me through.

Getting on all fours, she crawls up the bed, near where my pillows are, her perky little ass as close to perfection as things can be outside of the realm of pure mathematics.

Does she realize what she’s doing? My heartbeat is pounding in my temples and my nostrils flare like those of a wild beast.

Over her shoulder, she murmurs, “Do you have protection?”

Nearly ripping a drawer from its socket, I snatch a condom out of the nightstand. “Are you sure about this?” My words are a low growl.

“Positive.” She slightly spreads her legs, giving me a glimpse of pink.

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