Page 65 of A Billion Dollar Romance
“I didn’t think I would ever have the chance,” James said, slowly and carefully, looking not at me but at the purple party tent, which had gone suspiciously quiet. “But…”
“Lemonade for the man of the hour,” Ryan said, appearing behind us once again, interrupting James’s thought but not the complicated dance my heart was doing behind my party dress.
“I’d say that was you, Ryan,” James said, accepting the delicate pink glass.
“Oh no, between this,” he nodded to the tent, taking a sip of his own lemonade, “and the design lessons, and the mannequin… Don’t tell Charlie, but I think you are currently in the lead for favorite uncle.”
“We still haven’t seen what Barrett comes up with when he manages to get away from the Board of Directors–” James protested, but Ryan held up his hands.
“MinaeffingMiyaki,” the man said. “Do you know how much I know about Mina Miyaki, James? More than I ever thought I would, I can tell you that for certain. And you somehow manage to get Maddie a lesson with her…” He shook his head. “There’s no way Barrett can top that. In fact, I hope he doesn’t; I certainly don’t want Maddie in any ofhiskitchens–”
“Is Barrett coming to the boys’ night in?” I asked.
“Barrett couldn’t make it to the party–something came up at work–but he’ll be coming over later,” James explained, and I smiled.
“Hey,” I said. “Let me go say bye to Maddie, and thank her for the party, and then…”
“Dinner?”
I shook my head. “You should be here, James,” I said, shrugging. “With Ryan. I’ll call a taxi. You stay for boys’ night. I can get my own dinner. See if my friend Flora is free still, she texted me earlier about getting Thai…”
“I don’t want you to be alone, Edie,” he said, putting his lemonade down on a side table to sneak his hands around my waist. “Boys’ night in can wait.”
“Ican wait, James. And Ryan’s daughter will only turn ten once. You should stay.”
He gazed at me for a long moment, then nodded. “Alright.” I smiled, half turning back to the room. “Hey, Edie,” he said, and I looked up expectantly. “I…” He paused, his eyes flicking down to my mouth and back, and he licked his lips. “I want to kiss you right now. Are any small children looking?”
I laughed. “I don’t care if they are,” I said, and tilted my head up for a soft, sweet kiss from James.
The man who–I was beginning to suspect–Iloved.
CHAPTER32
James
“We seriously cannotdothis here,” Edie said, for at least the third time, but her voice was breathy and her hands were at my belt buckle, sliding leather through metal, then button through buttonhole as she undid my work slacks.
“Tell me to stop, Edie,” I said, also for at least the third time, but all I got in response was a moan as my fingers tweaked her nipples through the soft fabric of her sweater.That’s what I thought.I grinned as I slid her skirt up around her thighs. “Up,” I ordered, tapping her thigh with two fingers, and she lifted her hips off of my mahogany desk, allowing me to slip the skirt up around her waist. She pulled me in towards her with her heels around my ass and one hand holding onto my silk tie.
The other hand slid, cool and soft, around my hard shaft, stroking it once, twice. A pearl of precum beaded at the head.
It was fuckingten am–it’d only been, what,three hours?since I’d last had her–and yet…
Edie had me feeling like a teenager again.
Uncomfortably hard, desperately horny…
Infatuated.
Inlove.
“How could I tell you to stop when I spent an entire semester dreaming of just this?” she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes.
I closed my eyes, my cock jerking in her hand.
“Fuck, Edie.” I let my head drop back as she stroked me. “It stillkillsme to know that I could have had you over my desk back then–”
“Then why,” she whispered, her heels digging into my thighs, “aren’t you inside of me already, professor?”
