Page 97 of Billion Dollar Dispute

“Yes, seeing him standing so close to you is making me fucking crazy. I’ve never been possessive, but with you, I can't help it.”

Her lips twitch as her face morphs into a softer expression. “I’ve never had that before.”

“No?”

She shakes her head, sighing. “No. No one cared about me that much.”

“Well, if you were mine, I’d be telling the whole world to back off.”

I can’t believe the word “mine”just left my mouth. I just mean I would do anything to protect her and Chad. Having a child isn’t the obstacle I always believed it to be. In fact, Chad is cool and fun. I enjoy spending time with them. It gets me thinking about how much I want a family like this.

“A few kisses and you think I’m yours,” she breathes with a hint of amusement. She moves closer, her body inches from mine. Is she making fun of me, or is she flirting with me?

“What would it take, buttercup?” I ask, closing the distance between us. Her eyes fill with longing and lust, mirroring my own.

Fuck, I want her.

She licks her bottom lip, and I follow the movement with my eyes and a groan.

“A lot more.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Like? Another kiss.”

She nods lazily. The air is thick with tension, and we’ve both been wanting more, so I don’t bother asking more questions. Grabbing her waist, I pull her to me, bringing my mouth down on hers. She threads her fingers through my hair, hungrily pressing me closer. She tastes and feels amazing, bringing back memories of our first kiss. I push my tongue against her closed lips, desperate for entry. She opens up, and I sweep my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers.

The way we move so effortlessly is proof of how well we fit together. My hands move to her lower back, curling with every flick of her tongue. She's desperate, and I hiss out her name. “Jemima.”

“Don’t fucking stop,” she says.

I can’t help smirking into her kiss. “I wouldn’t dare.”

We kiss again, but my hands move to her shoulders, slowly pushing her navy suit jacket off. She doesn’t resist; instead, she helps rip it off.

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times,” she murmurs.

“Me too, every night.”

She brings her fingers to my suit jacket and copies me. But I don’t rush. I savor her undressing me.

“You like me undressing you?”

“So fucking much,” I growl.

There’s something about wanting her to control me. Her confidence gets me harder. My hands move to the buttons on her white shirt, and as soon as they’re undone, I pull her shirt from her skirt. She moves her hands to my half-removed tie and whips it off in seconds. As she unbuttons my shirt, her fingers trail over my body as if mesmerized by it.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice lower than it was a few seconds ago.

“I’m just taking a second to make sure you’re real.”

I laugh. “I’m definitely real.”

Her fingernails graze my stomach until she's tugging my shirt from my pants and then moving to unbuckle my belt.

She removes it swiftly and grabs my pants to take them off. Enjoying her eager touch, I kick off my shoes so my pants can fall. I stand in my briefs as her hands skim my body until they land on the waistband of my boxers. She’s breathing heavily as she peeks up at me, pausing to wait for my permission.

“Take them off, baby.”

Biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes drop as her hands push over my very obvious erection. The moment it springs free, she gasps.

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