Page 29 of Her Brother's Billionaire Best Friend

She thought for a moment. “It did makeit seem more probable and less like idle fantasy talk. I didn’twant to admit that you’d actually be able to pull off the fantasything, you know?”

That could be a problem, because I hadabsolutely pulled it off. I stopped and faced her, my hands on herslender shoulders. “But it’s something you want to do? The reasonI’m asking is because I’m not playing chicken here. We’re going togo upstairs and fuck and get caught and then fuck the guy I’ve gotwaiting to catch us.”

“I know,” she saidsimply.

“And you’re still okay withthat? You’re not counting on us getting up there and it all being ajoke or something?” That would be a humiliating thing to explain tothe fuck buddy I’d flown in from New York.

“Yeah.” She shrugged myhands off and started walking again. “I trust you.”

“But you were overwhelmedbecause…”

“Because you’re literally abillionaire. You can do whatever you want, all the time. That’sintimidating.”

That was fair. I found itintimidating, myself. There were thousands of things I could do,could get away with, that the average person couldn’t. And I guessit would weird me out, if I’d never known a life like that, to hangout with someone who lived that way.

“Intimidating,” I repeated.“But you trust me.”

“I do.” She noddeddecisively. I noted she hadn’t worn her hair in a ponytail tonight,but in loose curls around her shoulders. The lights along thesidewalk illuminated a halo of copper around her.

Who the hell was this woman, who’d metme less than twenty-four hours ago but who was about to march intomy suite and act out one of her secret fantasies with me? That wasthe kind of boldness and fearlessness that reminded me—

Well, it reminded me of me. And I’m abig fan of myself, so I found myself liking her a lottoo.

Charlotte was fun. And she didn’t seemto give a damn about what I thought of her.

We chatted idly until we reached mysuite, talking about safe-in-public topics like the fact that Leokept his phone clipped to his belt like a big giant nerd and all ofLauren’s friends seemed wildly different from each other andher.

“The guy who looks like heruns an RV dealership—” Charlotte said as we stepped through thedoor.

“Rich,” I replied. “Hisname, I mean. Although he does do well for himself with his…camping supply store.”

“Camping supply store!” Shegroaned comically. “I knew it had something to do with the boringoutdoors.”

“Hey, hey.” I stopped herwith one hand held up. “The outdoors is not boring. And if youthink it is, I feel like I have a duty to prove youwrong.”

“Feel that way all you want,but I’m not going camping with you.” She walked into the great roomand turned around in a slow circle. “So… do I get to meet yourfriend?”

“Do you want to meet myfriend?” It would be unreasonable to ask her to not meet a personshe planned to fuck later.

But she shook her head. “Nah. Kind ofruins the mystery of it. And I know you’re not going to put me indanger, so it must be someone you trust.”

She had me there.

“Someone you probably havedone this with before,” she added.

“Not exactly this, but…yeah. Guilty.” I found it difficult to believe that she’d ever feltintimidated by me; her confidence scared the hell out of me. Notthat I didn’t like confident partners. I couldn’t remember a timewhen I was her age that I would have done something like this orspoken to a sexual partner as boldly. “Before we head up, let’smake sure we’re on the same page about a few things.”

She nodded in agreement but added thecaveat, “Nothing too specific, though. I still want there to be anelement of surprise.”

“Fair enough.” I put myhands in my pockets to keep myself from touching her. Now that wewere safely behind closed doors, I wanted to do the things to herthat I’d been thinking about all day. Our tryst in the linen closethadn’t been enough. The wedding weekend had a packed itinerary thatleft no time to sneak away and jack off, so I’d spent a frustratingevening trying not to trace her every movement with my eyes or“accidentally” brush up against her.

But there were important preliminariesto be observed. “First, I want you to know that I don’t play aroundwith people who aren’t safe. I’m not opening you up to any new andexciting sexually transmitted infections by introducing you to thisguy, okay? Do you want to know his name?”

“No,” she said quickly. “Iwant him to be a stranger. The whole time.”

“Can do. Second, I don’tplay around with people who don’t understand boundaries. Whichmeans for all of us.” I didn’t think she’d view Max as a sex toyinstead of a person, but I had too much experience with this kindof thing to completely rule the possibility out. “Do you want toset up a safe word or are we sticking with ‘stop’?”

“‘Stop’ is fine,” she said,her cheeks coloring slightly. “I’m not sure I could remember anyother words in the heat of the moment.”

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