Page 47 of The Billionaire and the Runaway

She smiles and seems to listen attentively, but I know something is weighing on her mind. We clear the dishes, and she helps me clean up the kitchen. Again, it’s like she’s been here for years. In only a few weeks, she’s learned where things go, and she moves around me as if we can sense how the other will move. It’s the opposite of her normal klutzy tendencies. When she’s working with me in the kitchen, it’s like a well-orchestrated dance.

She turns from putting the final plate away. I step in front of her and box her in with my arms on the counter on either side of her.

“Now, where were we?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

She’s fighting my distraction as she tries to play along but that smile still doesn’t reach her eyes, so I lean in and start kissing her jaw.

“Were we here?” I ask as I kiss her chin.

She shakes her head.

I lean in farther and kiss her earlobe. “How about here?”

“Nope,” she whispers.

“Here?” I ask as I graze her cheek with my lips.

“Not quite,” she replies.

I hover my lips over hers and look into her eyes. I have her attention now. Mission accomplished. “How about right here?” I question and I watch her eyes darken.

“I think that’s right,” she answers, her lower lip just barely touching mine as she moves it.

“Then, we better pick up where we left off, little catastrophe,” I tease as I press my lips fully against hers and watch her eyelids flutter closed. Her lips are smooth and warm against mine. I love the little whimpers she makes and the way her head moves toward me, seeking more, wanting more of my touch.

I pull back after a minute. “Let’s go upstairs,” I say. “I want to take my time with you.”

She nods. Her arms cross behind my neck as I lift her under her thighs, carrying her up to my bed.

“What about Thor?” she asks.

Fucking pussy-blocking kitten.

“I’m going to feed him and bring him to his box up here. I want you in my bed naked when we get back,” I command.

She grins, and this time it’s a real smile and it makes me smile. “Yes, sir, boss,” she whispers seductively. Fuck me. This woman is going to be the death of me.

I scramble down the stairs and tend to Thor’s insane appetite. This kitten eats like he’s a full-grown lion.

“Come on, buddy,” I urge as he slurps down his formula.

Then I wrap him up and bring him with me to his second box. I still can’t believe she made an office box for him. This is going to be one spoiled cat. I have a sneaking suspicion this one will not be a barn cat.

“You’re in charge,” I say to Pricilla who is lounging in the bed we made her here with her other kittens nursing.

I hurry up the stairs and into my room. I stop and stare before setting Thor into his bedtime box. Ariana is naked in my bed, and she looks like every man’s wet dream. She’s curvy in all the right places. Her long hair hangs down like curtains around her breasts, only giving me glimpses of the two orbs I want to spend ample time worshipping this evening. Her legs are crossed, and I frown. No, that won’t do at all.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, furrowing her eyebrows.

I pull my shirt over my head and push my boxers and pants off as I make my way to her. When I reach the bed, I grab each of her ankles and slowly spread her legs until I see exactly what I want.

“Don’t keep me from seeing my second-favorite part of you,” I grumble as I crawl up between her legs, pressing kisses to each of her knees and thighs as I journey to the center of my world.

She giggles. “Oh? What’s your favorite, then?” she asks before groaning as I lick her folds.

I look up at her. “Your face or maybe your eyes or maybe”—I lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth and she groans again—“your breasts. It’s a hard choice.”

She laughs until I graze her nipple with my teeth and then she moans.

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