Page 8 of Dirty Billionaire

Trust me, I’ve had nightmares about speaking those words ever since.

Ward chuckled roughly like you’d imagine a mountain man would while I stared up at the ceiling, wishing I wasn’t in my brother’s bathroom with soaked panties.

“I know it’s not going to happen again, but I wanted to tell you it was the single most orgasmic night of my life.”

Stop talking.

“Penelope. Christ. I enjoyed every damn minute,” Ward told me, and I could hear the frustration in his voice. “Reallyfucking enjoyed it.”

Stupid beer made me keep talking.

“The way you parted my thighs and licked me, Ward. No man has ever made me come so fast.”

Oh, my god.

In the days following, I’ve woken up at least three times with heart palpitations, replaying that moment over and over and goddamn over.

His groan filled the phone. “Fuck. If my mouth was on you right now, you’d be shuddering and dripping.”

Fortunately, I wasn’t drunk enough to keep the conversation going. I wasn’t about to have phone sex with my brother down the hallway, and my fingers were getting really close to slipping inside my jeans.

No damn way.

“Shit. I can’t do this here. If the guys hear—”

Another deep growl sounded in my ear. “What guys?”

“My brother’s friends.”

He’d growled again.

“Ward, I’m going home. Come over. I need this. I need you to touch me.”

“Go home now.”

The phone had gone dead, and I’d said my goodbyes, racing home.

I swear the adrenaline had helped sober me up. I changed into something sexy and brushed my teeth.

Then waited.

And waited.

Ward never showed up.

He never messaged. He never called. He simply ghosted me.

Again.

I will never let a man do that to me again.

It’s been two weeks. Tonight will be the first time we see each other since Ward stood me up.

I don’t plan to play fair.

I’m going to wearthedress. The dress every woman owns. The one that’s going to make him wish he never said no to me.

Silently or otherwise.

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