Page 45 of Resisting the Billionaire

Extremely interested.

I tug at the strands, eliciting a deep moan from him, the sound sending a rush of arousal through me. He picks up the pace, licking his way inside my mouth, maneuvering me till my back’s against the wall, his hard body pressed against mine, not a sliver of space between us.

His kiss deepens, devouring me, everything I didn’t know I wanted, and I match him, greedy, hungry for more.

When was the last time I got hot and heavy with a guy? When it felt this insanely good? And not only the physical aspect, but knowing it’s him. Gabriel. Not Harold Bishop’s son or the heir to a billionaire fortune, but the man who’s done so much for me. Cares about me.

And I care about him too. More than I realized.

A loud clearing of the throat has us breaking apart, our breaths harsh in the quiet of the room.

Tina regards us with displeasure, not impressed with our display. “Have you made a decision?”

Where’d she even come from? She was supposed to stay in her office. To her credit, though, she acts professionally in the face of what we were doing, and I quickly slide out from between Gabriel and the wall, pasting on my customer service smile. “Yes, we’d like to lock in a date.”

I follow her, glancing back once at Gabriel, his hair disheveled, eyes still alight with desire as they track my movements across the room.

He doesn’t join me as I secure a day for the wedding, just a couple weeks from now after a “sudden cancelation” magically freed up a spot in their calendar.

I’m glad for the break from him to get myself under control, mentally slapping myself for throwing caution to the wind like that. This is my job at stake. My career. What was I thinking? I can’t risk it all.

But the worst part is… I also can’t find it in myself to regret it one bit.

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