Page 5 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

I kiss the palm of her hand as she climbs off my lap, blushing. I grab some wet wipes, cleaning myself up and securing the used condom. She pulls some tissue from her purse and makes short work of cleaning herself up as well.

“Let’s get a hotel room for the night,” I say softly, my voice still thick with desire.

“Okay,” she agrees, her cheeks still pink from the orgasm.

I take a mental image of her—her hair falling in soft waves, her lips swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed.

I kiss her gently. “Let’s go.”

Chapter One

Finn

We check into one of the nicest Hilton hotels in the city and it feels like stepping into another world. The lobby is all polished marble and soft lighting. I can’t help but glance at Millie, her eyes wide with awe.

Once we’re in the room, she heads straight for the window. “Wow, look at these lights,” she says, staring out at the Chicago skyline.

I watch her, wondering if she’s feeling guilty about what we just did in the car. There’s a complimentary bottle of champagne, so I pop it open and pour us both a glass. Walking up to her, I hand her a glass.

“You know, we don’t have to do anything but talk,” I tell her.

She takes the glass and sips, then smiles. “I know.”

“Tell me about him,” I say, curious. It is better to address the elephant in the room.

Millie looks away like she doesn’t want to talk about it. “Ryan is the best player on the Blackhawks team,” she finally says. “But of course, you know that.”

I nod. “We’ve interacted on the ice, but that’s it.”

“I’m confused,” she continues. “I should feel sad or angry, but we kept breaking up over and over, and I’m so over it.”

“Why do you keep getting back together with him?” I ask.

She shrugs. “He’s familiar, you know? He’s home, I guess.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s complicated. I’d rather not talk about him,” she says, her eyes studying me, making me feel hot all over.

“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, feeling myself growing hard under her gaze.

She smiles mischievously. “For starters, I’m single for the night. So, given that, what would you like to do?”

I lean in, my voice low. “You’re not ready for what I have in mind.”

She kisses the corner of my mouth. “Show me, please.”

I take her glass from her and place it on the table alongside mine.

Then I pull her close, pressing my lips to hers, my fingers teasing the hem of her dress upward. Finally, I can see her, touch her.

I turn her around gently, her front now against the window, and unzip her dress slowly, trailing kisses along her spine. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her black thong takes my breath away.

“I want to worship you,” I murmur, turning her to face me. With a swift motion, I snap the band of her underwear, eliciting a soft whimper from her, before sliding them down herlegs. Kneeling, I remove her shoes, bringing her closer to me, gloriously naked.

Her breasts are even more exquisite than I imagined, nipples hardening in the cool air.

I caress her skin, murmuring, “Let your hair down so I can admire you.”

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