Page 54 of Billionaire Devil

“You can crash into the ground when you’reonthe ground. Or you can crash into a wall. Or a tree. Or another car.”

His argument is annoyingly persuasive. “But all my stuff is in the RV.”

“Not anymore. It’s now on its way to the jet that’s waiting for us at the airport.”

“You probably shouldn’t have assumed that I’d fly when I told you I don’t fly,” I point out.

Colton places his coffee cup on his bedside table. Then he takes mine from my hands and puts it next to his.

“I wasn’t—” I squeal when he dives under the covers, pinning my legs down—and apart—and starts licking my pussy. He’s so freakingstrong. And heavy. I push at his head and try to squirm away from him. “Cole. You can’t justdothat.”

“Mine,” he murmurs, nuzzling me, circling my clit with his tongue.

I almost surrender because he feels so damn good, but he stops and pulls the covers back over his head. His hair is messed up and he looks playful and sexy as all hell.

He props his head on a bent, brawny arm, his other hand still resting high on my thigh. “Have you ever had an orgasm before last night?”

“I...that’s personal.”

This makes him smile. “So’s drinking mouthfuls of my hot fucking seed, Sunshine. And with gusto, I might add. Tell me. Have you?”

I don’t want to admit this, but I can’t bring myself to lie to him. “No.”

He shakes his head a little, genuinely astounded. “My poor little angel girl. That was yourfirstorgasm? And second and third?”

“Yes. I just said that.”

His chuckle has an incredulous edge to it. “Haven’t you ever heard of a handy little invention called a vibrator, Bailey?”

“Of course I have. I didn’t…I didn’t want to get my first orgasm from a…piece of plastic.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know. Call me a romantic.”

“What were you waiting for?”

I can tell by the look on his face the exact second he realizes what the answer to that question probably is.

“FuckingTroy?”

“No. Of course not. Anyway, Colton, you can’t get mad about that. It’s actually none of your business.”

“I’m notmad, Lila. I’m sad. For you. Actually, you know what? I’m glad. I’m not just glad, I’m over the fucking moon. Because the better man got to you first. I’m glad you waited. Forme.”

“So am I.”

It’s absolutely true. But that doesn’t change the fact that Colton and I are just having some fun. For three more days. That’s all this is and we both know it.

You don’t know it.

Idoknow it. Because my heart is locked away from him.

I refuse to fall in love with him.

I completely and totally refuse to fall in love with how fun he is and how easy he is to talk to, like a long lost best friend I never knew about. And I absolutely refuse to fall in love with how easy it is for him to send me spiraling into orbits of insanely beautiful pleasure with a few flicks of his goddamn tongue.

Or that his fucking hot seed—as he insists on calling it—feels like it’s given me superpowers. I feel so healthy and energized I hardly know myself.

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