Page 17 of Billionaire Temptations

“Come sit down and join me for breakfast.”

I followed him to the kitchen, where the smell of eggs and bacon infiltrated the place. His kitchen was huge, with top-of-the-line appliances, dark cherry cabinets, and black-speckled granite countertops. I took a seat at the modern, black, elongated table, and Max handed me a cup of coffee.

“Thanks. Are you going to tell me why you sent your driver to pick me up? And, by the way, what happened to Martin?”

He chuckled. “Martin is the family’s driver, and Darren is my personal driver. No one uses him but me. I use Martin when I’m in a pinch. Anyway, I wanted to have breakfast with you.”

“Why?” I asked. “I hadn’t heard from or seen you but once this week.”

“Exactly, and I felt it was time we saw each other.” He set a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of me.

“So YOU felt it was time to see each other? What if I didn’t feel that way?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” He smirked.

Damn him.

“You’re lucky I didn’t have any plans today.”

“I guess I am.” He sat down across from me with a smile. “Have you told any of your friends back home about us?”

“No. Why would I? After our deal ends, we won’t see each other anymore. Why try to explain that to them?”

“I guess. Don’t forget the engagement party is next Saturday night and my mom is already asking why I haven’t brought you by the house. I told her you had just started classes and you’ve been really busy but that we’d come by tomorrow for dinner.”

“What? I have plans tomorrow.”

“Cancel them,” he commanded.

I didn’t really have plans yet, but I wanted him to think I did. I couldn’t help but stare at his rock-hard chest as I consumed my breakfast.

“You really need to put on a shirt.”

“Why? Are you getting excited looking at me?”

“You’re very bold, Max, and no, I’m not. I don’t think you should sit at the table with no shirt on.”

“Why don’t you take yours off, and then maybe you wouldn’t feel so uncomfortable.” The corners of his mouth curved upward.

My panties were getting wet by the second, and I was horny as hell. All my dignity went out the window.

“Fine.” I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor.

He gasped and slowly shook his head. My heart raced as he got up from his chair and walked over to me, holding out his hand.

I took it, and he helped me up.

“Are you trying to get me to fuck you?” he slyly asked.

“I guess I am. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, and I’m horny as hell. After all, we are engaged to be married,” I nervously spoke.

“Indeed we are.”

He ran his fingers along my collarbone and down the center of my breasts. I took in a deep breath as he stared into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful, Emma, and I want to fuck you so badly. But I need to make sure that this is what you want.” His lips suddenly became dangerously close to mine. I knew once they touched, there was no turning back.

“It is what I want,” I whispered. “But wait.”

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