Page 41 of Billionaire Devil

I think about going down to the RV but there’s no way. Not when the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is here. I’ll sleep on the floor if she doesn’t want me in the bed. She might need me for something. I might still be able to catch a hint of her dizzying scent.

There are two full bathrooms in this suite so I use the other shower, turning it on to as cold as it will go.

The icy jets do nothing to dull the pain. I need some relief or I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. I take my painfully gigantic hard-on in my fist.

Her mouth, so soft. So hungry. The hot little virgin wants it. The way she squirmed against me, her pussy warm and wet under that slippery little bikini. It would have been so easy to slide it to the side, to ease inside that tight little heaven on earth?—

I come in jolting bursts so intense it’s almost unbearable. I have never come so hard in my life.

But it does little to dull the lust that rages in me like a fever.

I pull on some boxers and go to the door of the bedroom. She’s in bed now and the lights are off.

So I walk over to the far side of the bed from where she’s curled up facing the windows. “Lila?”

“Yeah?” She turns to glance at me. Moonlight catches the silver of her eyes. Dark strands of her long hair curl over the pillows.

She’s so damn pretty.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just tired.”

“I’m getting in. I don’t want you to be alone. Okay? It’s a big bed. I’ll stay on this side.”

“Up to you.” She turns back toward the windows.

She’s not going to argue, at least, but there’s a cool edge to her reply. I get in, lying on my back, resting my head on a bent arm on the pillow. I pull the sheet up to my waist.

We’re both quiet for a while.

I know what she’s thinking: that she’s made up her mind. She’ll ride this out, but the kiss was a mistake she doesn’t plan on repeating.

It’s surprisingly easy to come up with a way to make everything up to her—whatever she thinks she knows about me. Because Iwantto. The need to do whatever I have to do to make herhappyis burning in me along with my new obsession.

“You’re going to like tomorrow night’s hotel even more,” I tell her, my voice low. “I booked us the penthouse suite at the best hotel in Nashville. It’s got a view of the river but it’s directly around the corner from Broadway. And one of my favorite Nashville bands is playingtomorrow night. We’ll have dinner at a rooftop bar and then we’ll go dancing.”

Lila turns, facing me, curled up on her side with the duvet wrapped around her. She looks so vulnerable, so incredibly young, with her scrubbed-clean face like a fallen angel’s. She’s so beautiful I wonder if I’m dreaming her. “Okay.”

She’s still mad, or sad, or some combination of both that I can’t fucking handle. “I got tickets for us, too, to go watch George Strait, Chris Stapleton and Lainey Wilson at the Ryman tomorrow afternoon. They’re only letting a few people in. They’re going to be warming up for a fundraising event they’re doing the following night, but by then we’ll be halfway to Aspen.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“I love Lainey Wilson.”

I’m breaking through a little. “How do you feel about helicopters?”

She blinks at me. “I hate flying.”

“So that’s the reason for the road trip, instead of just jumping on a flight to L.A.”

She nods. She’s so fucking cute I’m literally dazzled by her. “GeorgeStrait? Like,theGeorge Strait?”

“The one and only.”

“ChrisStapleton?”

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