Page 138 of When We Break

I turn to leave before anyone notices me, but then I hear her voice and it has me stopping in my tracks. My hands fist at my sides. Even her raspy, gorgeous voice turns me on.

“Okay, ladies,” Bee says. Her back is to me, but I’d recognize that glossy brunette hair anywhere. “I need some book recommendations.”

“What are you looking for?” Skyla asks her.

“I want a billionaire”—I take a step in her direction.Billionaire. That’s me—“one-night stand”—Check, did that—“dirty talker”—there’s nothing I love more than muttering filth in her beautiful little ear—“a smidge morally gray”—she doesn’t need to know about that side of me—“but absolutelynoaccents because that might make me spontaneously combust.”

“Why this specifically?” a blonde woman asks just as Skyla spots me, and her eyes widen.

I shake my head at her.

“Because I’m not getting it in real life, so I might as well read about it.”

“You could have it in real life, but you’re too bloody stubborn.”

I hear a few gasps, and Skyla grins, but I only have eyes for my bumblebee as she turns in her seat and scowls up at me.

“This is aprivate party.”

“And it’s over,” I reply as I reach down and take her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Come with me. Skyla, lock up on your way out.”

“Hey, you can’t just walk in here and?—”

“I just did.” She’s jogging behind me, trying to keep up with my long strides, and I should slow down for her, but I don’t.

Because the mere thought of her getting off on the fictional version of me is absolutely feckingnotgoing to fly with me.

I pull her through the door of what I thought might be her office, but it turns out to be a supply closet.

Close enough.

“Connor, you can’t?—”

I pin her against the door, cage her in, my elbows resting against the wood above her head, and my lips cover hers.

I’m pissed. I’m horny as hell. And I can’t resist her.

Billie moans against my lips, and she doesn’t push me away as I sink into her, urging her lips open with my tongue, and she gives me what I’m after.

She bites my lower lip. Her hands fist in my white button-down just above my waist as if she’s holding on for dear life while I plunder her amazing mouth.

“Can’t get enough of the taste of you,” I growl and boost her up so I don’t have to lean so far down to reach her.

I’m a tall man, and Billie’s just a wee thing, and I want to feel her against me. I need to feel every curve in my hands. I fecking love her curvy body.

Her arms and legs wrap around me, and before I press her back against the door again, I yank the hem of her pink dress up around her waist, exposing the sexiest fecking lacy pink panties I’ve ever fecking seen. Billie is always dressed impeccably, her hair and makeup perfect, yet not overdone or too much. She’s classy. She’s beautiful.

She’s everything.

“God, your body was bloody made for me, angel.”

She whimpers, and my hand dives under that lace, and I find her soaking wet.

“Good fecking girl,” I growl against her neck as my fingers get to work, dancing over her clit, then down into her wet crease before I push them up to circle her hard clit again.

She’s wiggling, circling her hips as if she’s silently begging me to push my fingers inside her, and I will.

But not yet.

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