Page 11 of The Billionaires' Prize

“You two are a match. He can protect you. He’s from your world?—”

She presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. “Do you want to know what I was thinking?”

How can she be so calm when I feel like there’s a cyclone inside me? I nod despite the storm.

“I was wondering how I’m going to keep from melting every time we’re sitting across the conference table from each other at board meetings.”

My anxiety shuts down like she reached inside me and flipped the switch. Heat rushes over my skin as pleasure fills my veins. She’s thinking about us. Together. In the future.

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her hips to mine. “Melting?”

She nods, that pretty golden copper hair shimmying around her shoulders, and then shrugs. “You always have your stern daddy face on.”

My cock twitches.

“Is that right?” I cup her cheek.

“You go from cocky to domineering the instant you sit down. It’s like you’re going to do right by the kids, no matter the cost. You get results, but it’s frustrating as hell.”

There’s more she wants to say. I can see it in her eyes and the way her lips part.

“And?”

“Sexy as sin.”

Wait.

The world screeches to a halt.

Does my little lioness have a submissive side?

Fuck, that’s hot.

“You know what’s sexy as sin, Princess? You in those little pencil skirts.” I mold her hips with my hands. “Strutting around like you own the place. Like you have no fucking clue how desirable you are. But you do know, don’t you?”

I dip my thumb into her waiting mouth, and she hums. “You do it on purpose, don’t you?”

“What?” she asks around my knuckle.

“Swing those hips.” I run my hand up and down her side, squeezing her curves. “Cross and uncross those legs until I have no choice but to remain seated.”

She lets out a little whimper. It’s soft and utterly delicate, like a butterfly’s wings, but the tiny sound reaches down and grabs hold of my dick. After last night, I’ve got a thousand more fantasies about her on her knees, sucking me off. Whimpering around my cock like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted and she won’t stop until I blow.

I drag my thumb over her lower lip, leaving a wet trail across her skin. She’s right there with me, reveling in the rawness of our attraction. Happy to create a mess with me.

“And you’re worried about melting?” I press a kiss against the corner of her lips and then trail mine down to her ear. “I think next time, I’ll have to see for myself what you wear beneath those skirts.”

She clutches me tighter, her breasts smashing against my chest. I groan against her neck and inhale her delicious scent. I don’t know what she bought while she was on her shopping spree with Ford, but damn if it doesn’t wind me up.

“Are you wet, Princess?”

She nods, and I capture her tiny sigh with my lips. It’s mine. I’m claiming it. What I didn’t say earlier, my truth, is that I want to claim her.

Own her.

Sync up our schedules so that she’s with me always.

Yes, I’m absolutely being ridiculous, but she tastes that good. Her lips were made for mine. The sass and softness fill something in my soul.

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