Page 51 of Starting Over with Her Billionaire Boss

“This is a beautiful house,” he commented. “I wasn’t expecting all the original wood trim upstairs—the molding.” His eyes lowered, noticing the unamused expression on her face.

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m still not selling, Mr. Westerhouse,” Kinsley said with a look of contempt.

“Oh, are we no longer on a first-name basis?” he teased. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her gently against him and placed a gentle peck on her forehead. Her arms tightened around him.

She laughed as his fingers brushed over the short hem of her dress, covering her bottom. “Okay,” she teased, “Daegan.”

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered teasingly in her ear. When he let go, the look in her eyes was a melting pot of emotions, calm yet fierce. Daegan reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Kinsley’s ear.

“I didn’t think you would compliment my home unless you were trying to butter me up,” she admitted.

Daegan furrowed his brow. However, he chose to make light of it. “I was only commenting about the woodwork. It seems you have an affinity for fine wood. Well, I have my own wood for you,” he glanced down, embarrassment rising to his cheeks before she even responded.

Kinsley bit her lip, unamused as it pressed thin.

“That was a bad joke, wasn’t it?”

Kinsley nodded. “Terrible… Please never say that again.” She burst out laughing as he did the same, pulling her closer.

Already hard in his pants, his cock prodded her thighs. “I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered, his tone deeper as he lifted the hem of her dress. Pulling her panties down with his fingers, he let them drop on the floor.

Their eyes locked. Kinsley opened her mouth, hesitating to speak. Daegan could feel her heartbeat racing as he held her close. He wanted to open up—to tell her how he felt. He wanted her—wanted this—so much more than she realized. He still needed to figure out what this meant for them at the office. But for now, he wanted her.

I want this every day for the rest of my life.

Kinsley finally said, “Prove it.” Some of her hair fell over her darkening eyes. He gently tucked it behind her ear, using that hand to pull her into a kiss. He felt like every piece of the puzzle was coming together. Here, in her house, with her in his arms, he felt…at home.

“Let me love you again?” his voice asked, rough, unfiltered, though coming across as more of a statement than a posed question.

“What about Richard? You don’t want him to come looking for you and walk in on us,” she giggled. “Tell him to come back in a few hours.”

Daegan checked his watch. “I have that dinner meeting at seven. I should get home around six to get ready.”

Kinsley frowned. “I forgot all about that dinner meeting—on a Sunday, too.”

“It’s the only day they could do it. But,” he played through ideas in his mind, “we can still have half an hour. I’ll ask Richard to wait.”

Wrapping her arms tight around his neck, Kinsley pulled him to her with such force that he nearly lost his own balance. “Call him,” she whispered, already working to undo his belt.

Daegan reached into his pocket, quickly dialing. “Richard, I’ll be about half an hour,” he said into his cell phone as Kinsley fumbled with his buckle. “Kinsley needs help moving an armoire,” he lied.

“I can come in to help, sir,” Richard suggested.

“No,” Daegan was quick with his reply, startling Kinsley. His hand trembled, though only slightly. “You catch up on that audiobook. We got it.”

Kinsley gave him a teasing grin as she tugged the belt loose, letting it drop to the floor with a soft clink.

“As you wish, sir. I will be here,” Richard said.

Daegan hung up and tossed his phone on a nearby end table. He pulled a condom out of his pocket, which landed next to it. He was going to have to start buying in bulk.

Kinsley worked slowly to pop the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper tooth by agonizing tooth. Daegan’s hands clenched at his sides, his restraint palpable as he felt his cock stiffen. Kinsley got down on her knees. Leaning forward, she pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the hard ridge that strained the fabric of his boxer briefs.

His hips twitched forward as he groaned, eager for her. She placed another kiss against his bulge. He held his breath, fighting the temptation to hold her head there and give her a taste.Not now,he thought to himself, yearning to feel her pussy come on him again.

He let go of the breath he was holding as Kinsley hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear. Finally, she pulled them down along with his jeans, freeing his hard cock. His legs tensed. “Turn around and brace yourself on the next step up.” Breathing quickening, he fumbled for the condom wrapper, feeling like he couldn’t roll it on fast enough.

He pulled up her dress, taking in the beautiful view of her curvy ass. There was so much to grab, enough to spank if he chose. His fingers found her pussy, teasing in delight when he found her already dripping for him. His cock twitched between her ass cheeks, already aching for her.

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