Page 319 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 1
I had gotten the perfect idea. "I'm going to give you to the count of ten, James."
"To get you into bed with me? Done." He leaned forward to kiss me, but I put my hand on his chest.
God.Seeing him like this always turned me on. "To hide." I ran my fingers down his muscular stomach.
"What?"
"Let's play hide and go seek."
"I'd rather christen the new..."
"Ten. Nine."
"Shit."
I put my hand over my eyes as James jumped over a box and sprinted out of the living room. When I finished counting down from ten I opened my eyes. I had only walked around the apartment a few times. But there was barely any furniture in any of the rooms. He'd only be able to hide behind doors and other fixtures.
I wove my way through the boxes on the floor in the living room and through the kitchen. I hadn't heard him run upstairs, so I assumed he wasn't in any of the bedrooms. My eyes gravitated toward the balcony above me, just to check. This place really was amazing. It was an apartment that was probably designed for a big family, not just two people. It must have cost him a fortune. I didn't even know apartments in New York could have an upstairs.
A creaking noise made me turn my head. I peered around the column into the dining room. Nothing. The downstairs was mostly an open floor plan. There weren't that many places hecould hide. I walked toward the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror made it easy to tell that he wasn't hiding behind the door.
Another creaking noise made me jump.
"James?" I whispered. The sun was beginning to set, casting eerie shadows in the room. I tried not to think about it as I made my way through the archway toward a few of the closed off rooms. There was an office and a small library back here. I turned into the library. The blinds were all drawn, and it was almost pitch black. I switched on the light and looked around. The built-in shelves were all empty. Soon they'd be filled with all of James' books. I thought about my bookshelf back at home, filled with Harry Potter novels. They didn't seem sophisticated enough to be in here. But there was something charming about the idea.
There was a grand stone fireplace in the center of the wall. I could just imagine curling up in front of it with a good book. This apartment was amazing. I'd have to tell James whenever I found him. It could be awhile. I still had a lot of rooms to check. I turned around just as the lights cut out.
I made a small squealing noise as the door slammed shut. "James?" I couldn't see anything. "James?" I said a little louder.
A clicking noise made me turn around again. A small blue flame had spread across the fireplace.
"James?" My eyes were still adjusting to the lack of light.
His arms wrapped around me before he said anything and I screamed again. His laugh in my ear calmed me right down, though. "I found you," he whispered in my ear, as he wrapped his arms even tighter around me, pressing his chest against my back.
"I was the one that was supposed to be finding you."
He kissed the side of my neck and trailed his fingers down the sides of my torso. "You were taking too long." His fingers skimmed the bottom of my tank top as he lightly pushed it up. His palms were hot against my stomach. He smelled like sweat and that wonderful scent that was all his own.
I could feel his erection through his athletic shorts. I arched my back slightly, pressing my ass more firmly against him.
The low groan in his throat was my favorite sound in the world. I lifted my arms up in the air. He immediately pulled off my shirt and sports bra and threw them onto the ground. His hands slowly trailed back down my arms and shoulders, stopping on my breasts. He massaged them gently and soon I was the one moaning.
His torso was sticky against my back and I loved the sensation. I reached up behind me and ran my hand down his neck. I wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"I want to savor this moment," he whispered. He pulled my hair tie out. My hair falling against the back of my neck made me shiver. Everything he did in moments like this somehow seemed sexy.
"I need you."
He pushed my spandex shorts and thong over my hips and down my thighs as he ran his fingers gently across my wetness. "I know you do."
I moaned and pressed my ass against him again.
"I need you too, baby." He gently massaged my clit before thrusting a finger inside of me. "I always need you."
"James," I moaned as he slipped another finger inside of me. I rested my head against his shoulder as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of me. He began to tease my nipple with his free hand, matching the steady pace of his other fingers.
"You're always so wet for me, baby."
