Page 15 of Dirty Billionaire

“He’ll live.” I let go of Ward's hand and introduce them. “James Goldman, meet Ward Montgomery. Now, if you will both excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

Without waiting for a response, I grab a handful of my skirt and stride away.

Come home with me.

How dare he ask that? After not showing up on the day of the Super Bowl when I was throbbing with need and expectation, how dare he!

Because the truth is, I want nothing more than to be fucked into absolute compliance and exhaustion by him again.

WARD

IT TAKES ME ALMOSTseven long minutes to extract myself from James and two of his business associates.

Penelope hasn’t returned.

The good news is that James doesn’t seem bothered by that and hasn’t asked me how I know her. So, I’ve arrived at two conclusions: he’s either an idiot or they’re not seeing one another.

I lie. Three.

Penelopeiscoming home with me tonight.

I have no expectations she’ll invite me to her home, which leaves me with the choice of a hotel or taking her back to my place.

Fucking up once was a mistake. I’ll not do that again. A hotel feels tacky and is a privacy risk for both of us. Journalists hover around looking for gossip.

While neither of us is that exciting, it would still be a story for a slow news day.

Rubbing my jaw, I glance around the room looking for Penelope’s long, dark hair and electric eyes.

Fuck, has she gone?

I say goodbye to the hosts and get my coat, messaging Luke to collect me as I walk around the perimeter of the crowd.

I can’t see her.

Damn it.

As I step outside, I finally spot her. In the reflection of the sliding glass doors, she walks toward me, digging into the pockets of her long black faux-fur coat, and almost trips.

I spin and reach for her.

“Woah, there,” I say roughly, the feeling of her body in my arms sending rockets of desire through me.

God, I’ve missed touching her.

Her gasp, as her hands grip my arms and her mouth parts, has my cock standing up in an instant.

“Damn you, Ward.”

“I know. I feel it too.” I tug her a little closer as my heart thuds in my chest. “Now, I’ll ask you one more time. Will you come home with me?”

Penelope’s gaze lingers, dropping to my lips, then back up. I feel her body shaking, not from the cold, but from desire.

“Please.”

“Yes.”

My limo pulls up as a smirk hits my lips, thrilled I get to enjoy this gorgeous woman one more time. Before we part, I will be clear with her about future expectations. I will never hurt her again.

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