Page 123 of Trapped with the Billionaire

I wiggled loose and sat at the table. Another coin sat in the center. I’d found two on Friday and three Saturday. I picked it up. “Why are you leaving change everywhere?”

“The buffalo nickels?”

I turned it over in my hand. It was a coin from 1920.

“I leave them around as a reminder of how you are everywhere. You are always with me, always in my mind, my thoughts, Nickels. I even have one in my wallet.”

I swooned at the words. “You are such a goofball.”What could be more romantic?I got up and draped myself around him.

He spun me around and whispered in my ear. “We have to get going.” His hands had a different agenda as they cupped my breasts.

His body heat against me always went straight to my core and melted my inhibitions. I wiggled my butt against the hardness behind me to tease him. “We haven’t done the table in here yet.”

“Careful there. We have to get on the road.”

It seemed every time we embraced, I brought out that visceral reaction in him. It was intoxicating to excite him at such a primal level—all the time. It had never been like this with Mo. Hell, with any guy before. Sure, Mo got it up if I sucked him, but not just from holding me. The knowledge that I had this effect on Josh was…empowering. It was non-verbal validation that the relationship wasn’t the thing I dreaded: one-sided. His physical reaction made it plain that I was desired, and his words recently had come to show I was appreciated.

After a kiss to my neck, he let me go with a pat to my ass. “The table will have to wait till we get back.”

Trying to hold back my smirk, I put on a pouty face as I watched him adjust himself in his jeans. “We could be quick,” I taunted.

His eyes went wide, and he sucked in a breath.

I’d waved the red flag at the bull, and anything could happen now.

He exhaled slowly. “Tonight,” he said through gritted teeth. “You keep this up and I’m liable to jizz my pants.”

“Okay.” I turned and grabbed my purse. His words gave me an idea. I grabbed a fresh washcloth from the bathroom on the way out.

Each of the several times I asked where we were going, he gave me the same answer: “It’s a surprise.”

Reaching the 405, he got on going south.

“How far before we get off the freeway?” I asked.

“You’ll see.”

I opened my purse and pulled out my nail polish with a flourish. “I need to know if I have time to do my nails.”

“Half hour or so if the traffic stays light. Is that enough time?”

I put my nail polish away. “I think so.” I pulled out the washcloth and put it on the console before I leaned over and went for his belt.

“Hey,” he exclaimed.

“You wouldn’t give me what I wanted, so I’m taking it.” I pulled his belt buckle loose.

He looked to the left. “They can see you.”

The SUV to our left had a lady in the passenger seat looking my way.

I waved, and she averted her eyes. “They won’t suspect a thing if you keep your face under control.” I could already feel the monster growing in his pants.

He braced himself against the steering wheel.

“Move your seat back a few inches,” I told him as I pulled down his zipper.

He inched the electric seat back.

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