Page 16 of Forbidden Billionaire Rockstar

My body betrays me, as always. My pulse quickens, heat pooling low in my belly. I squeeze my thighs together, praying the thickness of my robe hides my reaction.

But the knowing glint in Jace's eyes tells me I'm not as subtle as I hope.

For a moment, I imagine him reaching out and tugging me against his chest, spinning me around so that my ass is pressed against the front of his pants. He would probably lean forward, lips grazing my ear enough that it sends a shiver down my spine before roaming a hand over my hips to the tie I have knotted in front of me.

I’m not wearing anything wicked under the robe, but it’s enough that if Jace were to undo the tie, he would get an eyeful of my body. The closer his hand gets to the string, the faster my heart rate increases, and I hold my breath for his next move.

He slowly eases it apart, letting the robe fall to the side and expose my frame. After that, he steps back to spin me around to face him once again. His gaze trails over me, heat in his gaze that I can’t ignore, and a smirk appears on his face as he reaches out to brush a finger over my exposed skin.

“Tell me, sweetheart, did you wear this just for me?” Jace leans forward, lips leaving a ghost of touch on mine, and adds, “You were hoping I’d see you down here, and you wanted to drive me crazy.”

He toys with the thin string over my shoulder but eyes the way my nipples poke the silk tank I’m wearing and runs the pad of his thumb over it. I suck in a breath but do nothing else — only stare into his lust-filled gaze.

I want to tell him so badly that I’ve imagined his reaction to seeing me in the outfit, but that would sound desperate, and that’s not the kind of girl I am.

I’m confident — which is why I run my manicured nail down his chest, smirking playfully, and shake my head. “You wish.”

“So,” he says while running his hand down the length of my stomach, his touch grazing my pussy over the shorts like it'snothing and coming to a stop at my thigh. “You wouldn’t want me to touch you?”

My pussy aches and drips with the need for him, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of a response he’s looking for. He wants me to admit that I’m dripping, arousal coating my panties enough that I know I’m going to need new ones when I get back to my room, and that’s not going to happen.

I shrug the desire off and cock a brow. “You think very highly of yourself.”

His brows shoot up, and he stares into my eyes, studying them so he can seek out the lies I’m trying to hide from him. “I’ll bet if I put my hand down your panties right now, you’ll be soaked, your pussy practically crying for me.”

Just as he’s about to make that statement true, Jace chuckles loudly in front of me, pulling me back to the present, and cocks his head to the side with a knowing grin. “Find somethin’ you like?”

I straighten my spine and scoff, then snatch my coffee from the counter. “Not particularly,” I mutter.

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, sweetheart,” he says.

Even feet away from me, he still manages to make my spine tingle and heart race.

The air between us feels charged, alive with possibilities. Every breath I take is filled with his scent - a intoxicating mix of coffee, soap, and something uniquely Jace.

One step, one moment of weakness, and I could close that gap, could press myself against the solid warmth of his chest. The thought alone sends a jolt of electricity through my body, leaving me dizzy and aching for more.

But I can't. I won't.

With a herculean effort, I tear my gaze away from him, clutching my coffee cup like a lifeline.

As I turn to leave, I can feel his eyes on me, burning a path along my skin. It takes every ounce of willpower not to look back, not to give in to the magnetic pull between us.

This game we're playing is dangerous, teetering on the edge of something I'm not sure I'm ready to face.

But as I step into the elevator, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm, I can't help but wonder: how long can we keep this up before one of us breaks?

When I finally get to my room, the coffee burning in my mouth as I take a sip, all I can think about is the fantasy I conjured up and how desperately I need to finish it.

Before I can chicken out, I rush over to my suitcase and get into the pocket for my toys—the ones I never leave home without if I’m going on a trip.

I climb onto the queen-sized bed and lie flat on my back, taking a moment to stare at the ceiling until the image of Jace standing in that kitchenette comes back into focus.

He still got a hand resting on my thigh but slowly inches it closer to my pussy, even though I just told him he was out of his mind to think I’d want him. As soon as he presses a finger against my center, he’s going to see the evidence, and I don’t know what he’ll do from there.

I’m holding my breath, only sucking it in when he pushes a hand down the front of my panties and drags his fingers through my slick center with a chuckle. “Looks like I was right, sweetheart.”

Jace brushes his fingers over my clit one more time, slow and torturous, causing my legs to shake. “How do you know I didn’t just get myself off before coming down here, huh?” I ask breathlessly.

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