Page 70 of Rating the Book Boyfriend

“I insist.”

We sit, and after some excellent appetizers, the chef brings out a selection of Wagyu beef dishes from America, Japan, and Australia. Each bite is more delicious than the last, but the company is even better.

I really like Auburn and Gianna. It’s obvious the two are head-over-heels in love with each other, and I’m surprised to learn they’ve been dating for less than a year.

“How did you two meet?” I ask, and the couple exchange a bemused smile as Libby giggles. She’s obviously heard this story before.

After they tell me about their meet-cute, I burst out laughing. “Damn, Bouvier. You actually said, ‘she’ll do?’ You’re lucky to have this lady on your arm. You were a bit of a dickhead.”

“Huge dickhead,” Gianna agrees, bumping Auburn’s shoulder with affection. “But he’s more than made up for it. Now, tell me about you two. How long have you been dating?”

Libby inches her eyebrows up and nods at me. Taking a deep breath, I announce. “A week.”

“Wow, dude. You move fast,” Bouvier says, and his woman narrows her eyes at him.

“Says the guy who had me in his bed on our first date.”

Auburn cups Gianna’s face with a tenderness I wouldn’t have expected from the billionaire. “I was taking care of you, sweetheart.”

“Is that what we’re calling it these days?” I tease, and Auburn wraps an arm possessively around his bride-to-be with a grin.

“I actuallywastaking care of her. She got really sick. Nothing happened between us that night.”

“Except for when you undressed me and put one of your T-shirts on me,” Gia shoots back with a look of amusement on her face.

“So you’d be comfortable, baby girl. I didn’t even look.” His head tilts to the side. “Well, maybe a quick peek but purely for… medical purposes.”

We all crack up at that, and Libby’s crazy laugh makes me loop my arm around her chair to pull her closer. Something about this woman makes electricity hum through my body, especially when she’s being so real.

Oh, who am I kidding? She’s always real and her authentic self, and that’s so goddamn attractive to me. I kiss her temple, and she lifts her eyes to mine. There are little laugh crinkles around the corners, and her lips are turned up into a happy smile.

“I’m crazy about you,” I whisper before pressing my lips softly against hers.

“I’m crazy about you too,” she says back, and suddenly, I’m anxious to get her back to the room.

CHAPTER 22

Libby

Riggs backs me into the room, our lips fused and his fingers already finding the snaps that hold my dress in place. The green fabric is in a pool on the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he says. “I love your ponytails, but when your hair is down like this, I want to watch it spill down your back while I fuck you from behind.”

I’d worn my blonde locks in loose curls tonight, curls that are currently being destroyed by Riggs’s impatient hands as his mouth plunders mine.

He lifts me with strong arms, and I curl my legs around his waist, allowing him to carry me to the living room. My fingers work on the buttons of his dove-gray shirt while he settles onto the cream couch against the wall.

Something about this man and the way his tongue strokes against mine turns me into a wild woman. I’ve never craved anyone so deeply. One kiss from Riggs, and I have the overwhelming urge to rip his clothes from his body.

And the beautiful thing is, he’s the same with me. The desire runs both ways, and within minutes, we’re both bare. As I reach to remove my shoe, a large hand stops me.

“No, leave those on,” he orders, and my lips tip up at the corners.What is it about men loving to fuck a woman with her heels on?

Riggs swivels and slams my back against the seat of the couch before settling between my thighs. “So hungry for you, baby,” he growls into me.

His mouth manages to be precise and unrestrained at the same time as his tongue goes to work, lapping fiercely at my sex and barely grazing my clitoris.

“Riggs, please.”

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