Page 33 of Billionaire Temptations

Thank you, Fiona.

“Yeah.” I looked down.

“Where’s your ring?”

I reached into my purse, pulled it out, and then slipped it on my finger. “It’s a little big, and I didn’t want to lose it.”

He narrowed his eyes at me as his lips slowly parted. “I see.”

He was sexy, and I could see Fiona swooning over him and his band members.

“How would you like to perform at Emma and Max’s engagement party tomorrow night?” Fiona asked.

I just about had a heart attack as I shot her a look.What the fuck was she doing?

“We charge a fee for performance,” Lucas said.

“Whatever your fee is, I’ll pay double.” She smiled.

“How old are you?” Lucas slyly asked.

“I’m seventeen, soon to be eighteen, and I’m very wealthy, so money isn’t a problem.”

Lucas looked at her with a grin on his face. “I think we’d love to perform tomorrow. Give me the address and time, and we’ll be there.”

Great. Fuck me right now.

“We have to go, Lucas. Thank you for tonight.” I got up and grabbed Fiona by the arm. “Let’s go.”

“See you tomorrow, Emma.” He winked.

We walked out the doors, and I stopped and looked at Fiona. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What? They’re a great band, and you love them, so why shouldn’t they play at your engagement party? Think about it, Emma. It would piss my parents off to no end and think of Max’s reaction. Wouldn’t you love to get a rise out of him, especially after taking Christine to the ballet tonight instead of you, his fiancée?”

“I don’t play games like that, Fiona.”

“I do, and trust me, this will be good.” Before she stepped into her limo, she turned and looked at me. “By the way, this so-called engagement is a game.” She climbed in and shut the door.

Molly hailed us a cab, and Kara put her hand on my shoulder. “That girl is something else for a seventeen-year-old. You better watch out for her.”

I sighed as we rode back to the apartment.

Chapter Thirteen

Another hangover plaguedme as I opened my eyes to my phone beeping. I reached over and grabbed it, noticing a text message from Max.

“Where the fuck were you last night, and who the hell is that guy you’re with? My sister posted a pic of you and him on Instagram.”

Wow. Really, Max? He goes to the ballet with some skank, and he has the nerve to question me. As angry as I was, I didn’t want to start an argument with him on the day of our engagement party. I didn’t owe him an explanation. It was none of his fucking business where I was or what I did. He broke the rules, not me. I didn’t reply. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Shit. I knew it was him. I climbed out of bed in my silk nightshirt and stumbled across the apartment. As soon as I opened the door, Max came barreling in.

“You didn’t answer my text message!” he shouted.

“Will you be quiet? The girls are still asleep.”

He stood there, looking sexy as fuck and slowly shaking his head at me. The anger that consumed me was quickly beingreplaced by my desire for him.Shit. Shit. Shit. I knew what was about to happen. I could see the hunger in his eyes.

“Damn you, Emma.” He walked over to me and smashed his mouth into mine, cupping each side of my face with his hands. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him as he held me up and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. He lay me on the bed, and I scooted up, laying my head on the pillow as he pulled his shirt over his head and his jeans off, kicking them to the side. He stood at the end of the bed and reached up under my nightshirt, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down. My eyes closed as his tongue slid up my inner thigh, teasing me and begging for more as the warmth of his breath enveloped my aching sweet spot that was filled with lust and desire for him. The wetness of his lips grazed over my clit as his fingers imprisoned my insides. Soft, sweet moans escaped him as his mouth pleasured me beyond words. The buildup was happening as my hands planted themselves on each side of his face, holding him down there until I climaxed. As much as I wanted to scream from the gratification of his talented mouth, I couldn’t because of Molly and Kara. My body tightened as my release came, and I threw my head back in delight. His tongue embarked on a journey up my torso while his hands pushed up my nightshirt, exposing my breasts. Grasping the left one with his hand, his mouth worshiped my entire right breast before his lips clamped around my hardened peak, nibbling and suckling before he moved over to the next one.

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