Page 23 of Billionaire Temptations

He pulled out of me and wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I really want to go to bed.”

He turned me around so I was facing him and picked me up, carrying me across the apartment and to my bedroom. He set me down and pulled back the covers.

“Would you like me to stay?”

I gave him a small smile and nodded my head as we both climbed into bed, and he pulled me close to his body, where I fit perfectly.

Chapter Ten

I openedmy eyes as the sun filtered through the crack of the closed curtains. I noticed I was alone and couldn’t remember if I told Max to stay the night. I could smell fresh coffee brewing, so I unsteadily climbed out of bed and slipped on a pair of panties and a T-shirt.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Max smiled as he looked at what a hot mess I was.

I put my hand up to prevent him from speaking. “Lower your voice.”

He chuckled. I took a seat on the stool at the counter as he handed me a cup of coffee and set a glass of orange juice in front of me.

“I’m making French toast. Would you like some?”

“Maybe one piece,” I moaned as I leaned across the counter.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much, and you wouldn’t feel like shit.”

“Oh, please. Like you don’t ever get drunk.”

He smirked as he turned and looked at me. “You have a powerful hand.”

Was I sorry that I slapped him? No. I wasn’t. He deserved it.

“Yeah, well, I have a powerful knee, too, if you want to try me.”

“Ouch. That’s not even funny.” He chuckled.

I sat and stared at his muscular back as he cooked the French toast, daydreaming about running my tongue up and down his spine as the ends of my hair tickled his back. I sighed.

“You had no right last night, Max. You can’t tell me what I can and can’t do with other people. That’s not how this works. We have an arrangement, and that’s all. Let me know if you want to change the agreement to where neither of us sees other people for the next couple of months. Because the same rules apply to both of us, not just me. And by the way, what happened to Aria?”

He placed a piece of French toast on a plate and slid it to me. “I had Martin pick her up and take her home. She was pissed as hell.”

“Then you should have stayed with her.”

“Nah. I couldn’t let you wander the streets of New York alone, especially at night and in your condition.” He sat down next to me on the stool with his plate and began eating. “It’s a deal.”

“What’s a deal?”

“No seeing other people until our arrangement is over. We’re having sex now, so it won’t be an issue.”

Did he really just say that? Was that all he thought about? I rolled my eyes and attempted to eat.

“Are you sure you can commit to one woman for the next couple of months? Are you sure it won’t be too difficult for you?”

He snickered. “You’re cute when you’re hung over.” He finished his breakfast before I did, grabbed his phone, and called Darren to pick him up.

“You’re leaving?”

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