Page 46 of Billionaire Devil

Colton somehow manages to maneuver the huge RV around the corner and into the space in front of the hotel, which has blue flags with guitars on them and large tropical plants out in front of it.

A valet is waiting for us. Several men in uniforms are ready to carry our bags. I already know that people jump to attention whenever Colton Maddox turns up on their doorstep. I guess having abilliondollars to throw around will do that. But it’s hard to get used to.

We get to our suite on the top floor and once again, it’s ridiculously luxurious. The sliding doors are open to take in the view of the swanky patio and, beyond it, the river. A welcome basket full of food is on the table, along with abottle of champagne on ice. There’s even a polaroid camera with a little note saying,record your memories!

“Wholiveslike this?” I murmur.

Colton comes over to stand close to me, towering over me with his six-foot-whatever frame. He takes a long lock of my hair and twirls it around one finger. “You do now, sugar.”

For four more days. Don’t get used to it.

He’s so big. So burly and toned andbuilt. His face, with its scar across one cheekbone, his whiskers darkening his square jaw, his azure eyes rimmed with thick lashes, has become familiar…and I love this. His face is the most sublime thing.

There’s heat behind his eyes and also tenderness. The intensity of both makes my heart skip a beat. “Thank you for the boots,” I say softly. “I love them.”

“It’s the least I can do for my beautiful wife.”

“Very funny.”

An uncharacteristic note of…longing, maybe, or regret crosses his expression, but then it’s gone. “We better keep moving if we’re going to get to the rehearsal at the Ryman before they finish. You ready?”

We go to the theater where the Grand Ole Opry spent so much of its history, and we watch literal icons warming up for tomorrow night’s show. The whole experience is surreal. It’s freakingGeorge Straitup there on the stage. I feel like I’m living in a dream.

After the rehearsal, Colton takes me out to dinner at arooftop restaurant where there’s live music and some of the best food I’ve ever eaten. We talk and laugh the whole time.

I don’t allow myself to think beyond four days from now. He’stooeasy to be with.Toosmart and funny.Toosexy as all hell.

I see the way other women stare at him. And no wonder. The man is a big, sexy tomcat.

Yes. A big, sexy tomcat who will be back out there in the wild in a matter of days.

But I can’t help noticing that he doesn’t seem to notice any of the many beautiful women who ogle him. He’s completely focused on me.

Colton takes me to see his favorite Nashville band at a little hole-in-the-wall bar that’s right on Broadway. Memorabilia covers the walls and there’s a cozy Americana vibe. We order two-dollar Pabst Blue Ribbons and drink them straight out of the can—mainly because that’s all they serve.

When the band starts playing, Colton pulls me onto the dance floor. “Do you know how to do the two-step?”

“No,” I laugh, trying to stop him from pulling me into the small crowd of people who obviouslydoknow how to two-step, but it’s no use.

“I’ll teach you.”

As if the man wasn’t already perfect enough, he’s also a seriously good dancer.

Dancing with Colton Maddox in that little honky-tonk bar with lively music being played by some of the mosttalented musicians I’ve ever heard perform…it’s downright magical. It might be the most fun I’ve ever had.

A slow song comes on and Colton pulls me into his arms. The lighting is low except for the neon signs in the window and the low spotlights on the musicians. Colton has moved us toward the side of the dance floor now. My body is pressed up against his dizzying hardness. He’s hard…everywhere.

Right here on the dance floor.

I’m so inexperienced with this kind of thing, it shocks me.He can just walk around like this? And dance like this?

Apparently so. Our gazes lock. I blush because it’s incredibly intimate. Having his giant…erectionpressed up against my stomach as we dance. I have no control over the reactions of my body. My nipples bud as they rub lightly against his chest. I can feel the soft pulse of my heartbeatthere. In the exact same place where I felt him press against me last night, where all my newfound wildness seems to be centered.

I’ve never felt so cherished as I do right here and now in the middle of this packed dance floor surrounded by people I don’t know with Colton’s arms around me.

And I’m tired of demure, unrequited bullshit. Colton Maddox is too hot to let anything go fucking unrequited. I can see in his eyes that he’s noticed the change in me. He can read the decision I’ve made.

His smirk is hot. “My little Sunshine girl is ready for her next lesson.”

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