Page 64 of Playboy Billionaire

It was difficult to keep up with her sudden twists and turns and he was doing his best to navigate. “Maybe I should go get Dolly to keep you company.”

“Ijushwant you to hold me.”

“I can do that,” he capitulated, since it was what he wanted to do anyway.

He pulled the ties on her bikini top and removed it, then tugged her bottoms off. “Don’t move,” he said, then went over to her dresser and rooted around until he found a tee shirt.

“Put your arms up,” he commanded, she swayed as she held them out for him. He pulled it over her head then lay her down, covering her.

“Don’t leave me,” she said, sounding panicked.

“I’m not, I’m just taking my pants off.” He kicked his shoes to the side and stepped out of his jeans. Then he took off his shirt and crawled in next to her with only his boxers on. He sighed.It’s going to be a long-ass night.

He spooned her from behind and pulled her tightly against him. Inhaling her scent, he took pleasure in her warm soft body melting into him. Within minutes her breathing was quiet and steady…she was asleep. He kissed the back of her head and much to his surprise he found himself getting sleepy.

As he drifted off, he remembered her calling herself a hussy; what was that all about? She’d said she’d only been with two men…hardly promiscuous. He’d question her about it when she was sober and rested. His last thought as he drifted off was…so elusive.

Penelope snuggled sleepily into the warmth enveloping her from behind. Her eyes shot open when she felt a hard stiff rod pressing into her bottom. Suddenly she was wide awake. She wiggled her butt against Griffin and his arms tightened around her. His lips rested against her neck for a moment, then he sat up, leaving her filled with a longing for his touch.

“Where are you going?” she asked. She rolled onto her back and watched him pull on his pants.

“Home.”

“Why?”

“Penelope, we have a few things to work out before we jump back into sex again.”

She sat up scowling. “You’re blowing me off?”

“No, I didn’t say that.”

“It sure sounded like that to me.”

“You’d better get out of bed and get ready for work Ms. Tequila Sunrise or Stew will have your head. Do you have any aspirin around here? I’ll bring you a couple before I take off.”

“In the bathroom.” She watched his broad shoulders and muscular back as he strode toward her en-suite. “I suppose you undressed me and put me to bed?”

He returned with two pills in his palm and a small glass of water.

“Here.”

She popped them into her mouth and swallowed.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Too soon to tell. How bad was I last night?”

“Let’s just say I got here in the nick of time…you were a hairbreadth away from passing out.”

She looked at him from under her lashes, and felt her cheeks grow warm, “Did I say anything that I should, A…apologize for or B…be embarrassed about?”

He smiled down at her and took her chin in his hand. “Your secrets are safe with me.”

She stiffened and all the color drained from her face. “Wh…wha…what do you mean by that? What did I say?”

“Hey, I was just kidding. Penelope? Are you alright?”

“I guess I’m more hung over than I thought. You can go now,” she said, jerking her chin from his grasp.

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