Page 29 of Baby for My Billionaire Rival

Jake walks backward, overaccentuating all of his movements, then stops right in front of my apartment building. “Don’t you try that,” he says. “Your balance isn’t nearly as good as –” He hiccups.

I laugh and rush to meet him on the sidewalk. Without thinking, I throw my arms around his neck, and let him pull me up into a big bear hug. “We did it!” I say excitedly.

“Yeah, we did…” Jake murmurs.

We pull back just enough to look into each other’s eyes. “You probably shouldn’t drive, given the hiccupping.”

“I’ll be fine,” he says, only half-convincing.

“On those country roads? No. I don’t want to wake up to a notification that you’ve gotten in an accident or something.”

The corner of Jake’s mouth quirks. “So, what do you suppose I do?”

God, his mouth. God, his eyes. God,Jake Simmons. I push myself onto my tiptoes, leaning all my weight into him, and find his lips with mine in a gentle kiss. It’s tender. Innocent, even, ifnot for the rolling heat I can feel building in our cores as they press together. “I think you should probably stay,” I whisper against his mouth.

I hear him swallow. Nervous. I like that. “Are you sure?”

I kiss him again, deeper. Jake follows suit, his mouth opening just enough to allow my tongue inside. His hands clutch at my back, harder and harder until it feels like he might be able to rip my jacket apart with brute strength. “Is that answer enough?” I whisper as soon as I get a chance to tear my lips from his.

Jake answers me back with a matching kiss.

It’s fucking on.

After stumbling our way inside and up the stairs, kissing and grabbing the whole way, we make it into my apartment. I step inside, kicking off my shoes, and sliding my coat down my arms. As I spin to face Jake again, he eclipses my vision, rushing toward me, lifting me off the ground and into his arms, our lips connecting with intense need.

I slide my legs around him as he carries me into the apartment.

“Mm-which way is your –”

“Left,” I instruct.

Jake takes a step tohisleft and presses me up against the wall, hands needily working up my thighs and under my dress as we’re caught in kiss after kiss after kiss.”

“Sorry, I meant –” I can barely get a word out and that’s just the way I like it. “My left.”

“Oh, I know, I just wanted you pinned up against the wall,” he grins.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I rake my hands through his hair as our lips and tongues dance together, creating a pit of firein my belly. This is going to be so good. It’s going to be so bad because it’s going to be so good.

Jake’s hands work further and further up until his bare hands touch my waist, cold to the touch. I squirm, letting my legs drop to the floor. “Cold,” I hiss.

“Sorry…” He keeps his hands against my bare waist, letting his skin warm while mine cools. “You’re so soft.”

I’m not just soft, I’m fully melted. I slide my arms around his wrists and guide them further and further up under my dress until the tips of his fingers glimpse my breasts.

Jake gasps. “I knew it.”

“What did you know?”

“You –” He kisses me. “Ms. Caroline Gladstone –” Another kiss. “Aren’t wearing a bra.”

I moan as his now-warm hands cup my breasts, caressing their fullness, thumbs playing upon the sensitive buds of my nipples. “Is it that obvious?”

“To people who aren’t me, maybe, but I’m…” Jake stops, withdrawing his hands all at once. “Fuck Caroline, I’m –”

“What? What?” Have I done something wrong? Ruined the moment somehow?

Jake turns around and ruffles his hands through his hair.That’s my job. “I’m totally obsessed with you,” he says, finally facing me once again.

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