Page 2 of Her Older Billionaire

“Thank you for this,” I whisper against his shirt.

“It’s no trouble dancing with a beautiful woman. Believe me,” he replies as he moves us around the dance floor.

“I didn’t think this would ever happen to me,” I admit.

“A woman like you deserves better than a jackass that can’t keep his commitments.” His lips tickle over my ear. “Let me help you feel better.”

Suddenly, all I can focus on is the body surrounding mine. The strong hands holding me close, the hard chest under my cheek, and the significant bulge growing against my belly. Heat races through my veins as the song changes to one with a driving beat.

His touch grows more purposeful, hands covering my ass, sensually grinding me into his masculine heat. I feel his head tilt. “You are so fucking gorgeous,” he growls in my ear.

I can’t help the shiver that courses through my body. Living on the edge is right. I can’t help myself from falling. Every touch is like a fire under my skin, and I’m about to combust.

He kisses my neck, nibbling where my neck meets my shoulder, and my hips instinctively thrust forward. He bites harder, moving a muscular leg between my curvy thighs, completely controlling the movements of my body with his strength. His hands move my hips, shifting them forward and back in a rhythm as old as time. His teeth are firm at the base of my neck, keeping me in place, marking my body.

And I want him to claim me.

Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had a couple drinks. Maybe it’s because I’ve just been left high and dry in a new city by the one person who was supposed to always be there for me. Or maybe it’s because this man, this stranger, seems toseeme, and he likes what he sees.

Whatever it is...right now, I’m in. My hands grasp clumsily, wrinkling the fabric on his wide shoulders. My mouth is dry and desperate, lips full and waiting, body heated and ripe. I whimper as he grinds his leg against my clit, a raspy “Yes” escaping from him.

“Kiss me,” I plead.

He quickly moves his focus from my neck to my lips, his mouth devouring mine. One hand clutches the back of my neck, angling my head to suit him. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, sliding against my own as he claims it, owns it, devours it.

He tastes like mint and scotch. I can’t get enough. This evening has been a shitshow, but right now, something feels completely right. I roll my breasts against his chest, trying to ease the tightness in my nipples. I want his mouth on my tits. I want his tongue in my pussy. I want his heat in my mouth. I want it all, and I want it now.

That thought jogs me out of my lustful haze. I break my mouth from his, gasping for breath and a thin measure of sanity.

“Come to bed with me,” he demands. His stare is hotter than molten lava and my pussy pulses in response.

“I can’t. A friend is expecting me,” I explain.

“A guy friend?” he asks, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched.

“No, a girl friend. My best friend, actually. She gave me a few minutes alone, but she’s probably on her way here now.”

His hands loosen, and his gaze softens. He pulls away and guides me back to the bar, his hand resting proprietarily on my lower back.

“I should go,” I say once we reach our seats. My words say one thing, but my heart says another. Fortunately, this gorgeous man seems to hear both.

“Give me your phone,” I hand it to him, and his fingers move quickly. A moment later, his own phone dings, “There, now I can find you,” he glances at his phone, “Hannah.”

Something about the way he speaks to me makes me feel like I’ll never be lonely again. Even though we’re parting ways for now, his presence, this moment will always stay with me.

I grab my handbag, getting ready to settle my tab. He stops me, his calloused fingers settling on my hand. “I got you.”

My heart warms and my pulse flares at the heat of his touch. Three simple words that touch me in ways he will probably never know. I lean on his arm, stretching up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. His nostrils flare with tempered arousal. I can’t believe the power held within this man.

“Thank you for turning this into a lovely evening,” I give him a warm smile, my face still pink from all the, ahem, stimulation. I want to ask if I’ll hear from him, but I’m not ready to risk it if he says no. He must have read the question on my face anyway.

“You’ll hear from me soon,” he grasps my arm and pulls me close, giving me a brief, soul-crushing kiss. “You’re mine. You just don’t know it yet.”

Chapter 2

Beckham

Running my fingers through my hair, I contemplate the last twenty-four hours. At first, yesterday seemed like a normal day. A few business meetings and another typical business dinner at a ritzy hotel.

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