Page 48 of Billionaire Temptations

I couldn’t believe that I had slept for three hours. It was good that I didn’t have classes tomorrow because I just wanted to stay home and rest.

“I’ve unlocked the door. I’m going to take a quick shower. Let yourself in.”

Stripping out of my clothes, I stepped into the shower and stood under the hot water, hoping that it would wake me up. Once I was finished, I stepped out and heard Max talking from the living room. He must have been on the phone. After drying off and slipping into my pajamas, I followed the aroma of chicken soup to the kitchen.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” he asked as he put his phone in his pocket.

“Like crap.” I smiled.

“You may feel like crap, but you don’t look like it.”

I gave him a small smile as he took down a bowl from the cabinet and filled it with soup. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down at the table.

“Thanks for bringing this over. If you wouldn’t have called me, I don’t think I would have gotten up. Hannah wasn’t in school today. Apparently, she’s sick with the flu as well.”

“Ah, it must be going around. I’m sure you’ll feel better in the morning after you get a good night’s sleep.”

“You’re a good friend, Hamilton.” I smiled as I held up my spoon.

“So are you.”

Max didn’t spendthe night. He was flying out to Chicago in the morning to meet some lawyers about his software company and said he’d be back tonight. My stomach was feeling queasy as I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I couldn’t believe I’d slept until ten o’clock. As I started to brush my teeth, I could feel the vomit rise up in my throat. I threw my toothbrush down and leaned over the toilet. As I grabbed a tissue and wiped my mouth, I heard my phone from the bedroom ring.

“Hi, Mom,” I answered as I climbed back into bed.

“Hi, Emma. What’s wrong? Did I wake you?”

“No. I was up. I have the flu.”

“Oh no. When did that start?”

“Yesterday.”

“Make sure you drink plenty of fluids. You don’t want to get dehydrated.”

“I know, Mom. Was there a reason why you called?”

“No. Nothing in particular. I just wanted to catch up and see how you were doing. Give me a call when you’re feeling better.”

“Okay, Mom. I’ll talk to you soon.”

The overwhelming guilt that I hadn’t told her what was going on was still with me, and I felt like shit for keeping it from her. But if I had told her, she’d worry, and that was the last thing I wanted. As I laid my head on the pillow, a text message from Max came through.

“Good morning. How are you feeling today?”

“A little better.”

“Good to hear. Make sure you rest all day. You have to be better for my birthday tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry. I will be. Have a good day in Chicago.”

“I will. I’ll be over later tonight when I get back, and hopefully, you’ll feel better for some great sex.”He sent me the winky face.

“Looking forward to it.”

I didn’t want to tell him that I was still sick because I didn’t want him to worry. As I lay on the couch and binge-watchedVeronica Mars, I kept thinking about Max and how, in a week, my life would completely change.

His hand cuppedmy breast as the warmth of his tongue slid up my throat. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrust inside me, moving slowly and passionately. Our mouths met with delight and my fingers played in his hair as he moved in and out of me fluently, bringing me to my second orgasm of the night. His sexy moans deepened as he exploded inside of me.

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