Page 67 of Billionaire Devil

“Drink your coffee. Then I have some things to show you.”

“What things?”

“You’ll see. It’s a surprise.”

She eyes me, and I can already see that she’s curious enough to almost forgive me my sins. She takes a sip of her coffee. “Is it still snowing?”

“No, it stopped. The sky is clear now. It’s a beautiful day out there, but cold. We’re going to take the snowmobile through the village and up to the gondola. We’ll ride up and there’s a restaurant at the top where we can get lunch.”

“Really?” Her eyes light up and it does weird fucking things to me. Like I’m addicted to her excitement. I want to make her happy like I want to fucking breathe.

How did I become so wildly obsessed with this stunning girl? So easily? So fucking uncontrollably?

She finishes her coffee and I wash her hair for her, running my hands through the silky strands. I’m fascinated by the wave in it, the long layers that cascade over her perfect breasts.

I massage the soap over her nipples, squeezing them gently, but I don’t linger. They’re already pink from my relentless need.

My job right now is to pamper her, not overwhelm her. There’s nothing I want more than to feast on her again and take her back to bed, but I’ve already forced a punishing pace. What she needs right now is comfort, luxury and gifts.

I rinse her hair. Then I hold out the towel for her. “Come on. Time for your surprise.”

She’s uncharacteristically obedient, climbing out of the tub onto the bath mat. Her wet, naked body is ludicrously beautiful, but I ignore my painfully omnipresent hard-on, which morphed into a superhero on steroids the minute she walked into my life.

I dry her and wrap a plush white bathrobe around her, tying it. I take the brush and, as carefully as I can, brush it through her hair. She watches me do this in the mirror with an expression that’s hard to read. She almost seems…awed. Accepting. Drinking it in. She likes it when I take care of her like this. Which means that’s all I’m going to do from now on.

“There.” I put the brush back on the marble counter. “Are you ready for your surprise now?”

“I don’t know what surprise you’re talking about.”

“That’s the thing about surprises, Sunshine. They’re surprising.”

I guide her out to the living area. The huge dining room table is piled high with food that was delivered while she was in the bath. It’s also piled high with wrapped boxes.

“Whatisall this?”

“An early Christmas. Open them.”

“These are for me?”

“Of course they’re for you. Who else would they be for?”

“Why are you buying me presents, Maddox?”

“Because you like presents. Stop being all demure about it. Just open them.”

I serve her a plate of the food as she opens them one by one and—fucking hell,I’m a goner. Her delight is so adorable, I don’t even know how to describe what it does to me. My chest aches, like there’s not enough room in there. My heartbeat feels hot, blazing with obsession.

“A snowsuit?”

“There’s a lot of snow out there.”

“It’s so cute.” She holds up the silvery-white one-piece snowsuit. She unties the robe and drops it, stepping into the snowsuit. With nothing underneath.Fucking hell, just kill me now. I can’t with this girl. She’s too damn gorgeous.She zips it up. It’s one of those tight ones. It hugs every curve and then some. “I look like an astronaut.”

“A very sexy one.”

“Thank you, Cole. I love it.”

She opens more of the boxes. There’s a silver-white ski jacket to match the snowsuit, for an extra layer of warmth. There are matching gloves, a hat with fur trim, a scarf and fur snow boots.

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