Page 88 of The Billionaires' Prize

“So, how have you been? I loved that new lip gloss you released in the fall,” Katherine says to my dad.

He smiles. The cosmetics arm of the company is one of the oldest in the world, and Katherine’s worn nothing else since a horrible bout with teenaged acne.

“We love to hear that. It’s been a top seller,” Dad says, lounging back, gin and tonic in hand.

“That’s because you unlocked the magical combination of super shiny gloss without being sticky. It’s all us girls have ever wanted.”

Dad chuckles, no doubt tickled to have Katherine’s endorsement.

I, on the other hand, want to see her in this magical gloss. What would it look like on my cock?

Nope. Back up. Not thinking about such things right now.

The butler returns with our drinks, and I relish the icy liquid sliding down my throat. Katherine takes an eager sip as Mom fills us in on their latest trip to see her side of the family in Italy. They’ve had the travel bug since before I was born, which is probably where I get it from. Not for the first time, I question my decision to walk away from Katherine.

I glance over, and our eyes lock.

“Do we have time before dinner for me to show Katherine the new garden?”

My mother’s in love with the new rooftop sanctuary and beams at the question. “Of course! Go on up.”

I finish my beer in one long sip and set the bottle on a coaster. Standing, I offer Katherine a hand.

She presses her knees together, and I pull her to her feet. In my pocket, I swipe my thumb across the screen of my phone, anticipation thrumming through me. She offers my parents a tight-lipped smile, but I doubt they see a difference. I do.

My gut tightens as we head into the foyer and move past the staircase.

“We can take the stairs,” she whispers.

If there was ever a sign that she’s perfect for me, this is it. “You’re willing to walk up five flights of stairs in those heels?” I ask, but I’m not looking at her cute little slingbacks. I’m focused on her hips and those thighs that I’m sure are squeezed together.

“Of course.” Her voice is high, but she’s being perfectly honest. She would climb all those stairs in heels with a vibe teasing her cunt every step of the way, just so I don’t have to step foot on the elevator.

I love her so much I ache with it.

With one hand at the small of her back, I reach past her and hit the elevator button.

“Maybe you can distract me,” I murmur.

The button lights up, and I open the polished wood door. Katherine pulls back the folding gate and we step inside the tiny box. It’s been years since I stepped foot in this thing, but following Katherine seems as normal as breathing.

She turns back to me, her expression soft and tender. As soon as I close the doors and hit the button for the rooftop deck, I turn back to her. Planting a hand against the wall on either side of her, I lean in close. She slides her arms around my waist, holding on to me, grounding me.

“I’m guessing Dad’s new lip gloss line isn’t kiss-proof,” I murmur as the elevator starts to climb skyward.

She purses her lips, shaking her head with regret. “I’m afraid not.”

“Excellent.”

Her laugh is husky. “Excellent?”

“Wear it for me later. I want to smear it.”

Those blue-green eyes glow with lust. A golden red brow arches as if to say, ‘Is that what you really want?’ She could have no idea all the fantasies I’ve had about that provocative mouth of hers.

She pulls me closer, lifting her lips to my ear. “You should have told me about this fantasy of yours. I normally wear it over this lipstick.”

A groan rumbles up my throat, and her laugh is soft, more of a puff of warm air against my skin than a sound.

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