Page 37 of Billionaire Romantic
“Too busy to kiss?”
She nods. “Too busy to do anything at all.”
“Anything at all?” Like,anything?
“Anything,” she confirms.
She’s a fuckingvirgin?
Holy hell, I am so done for.
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers before I settle in more deeply. Her breathy coo as I dip my tongue into her mouth and get my first taste is enough: I’m fucking hooked.
She tastes like champagne and paradise.
She tastes like my wildest dreams—and I neverhadwildest dreams before right now. I never dared to. Because everything and everyone was just so disappointing.
Until Lucky Irish showed up.
And nowherwildest dreams aremywildest dreams. This girl, happy and round and pink-cheeked, full of my cum and knocked up with my babies.
Fucking hell, Maddox.
A few days ago I was helping old ladies cross the street.
Now all I want to do is tobreedthis little virgin by giving her so much pleasure she’ll have no choice but to fall madly in love with me.
I fully realize I might have lost my mind. No one falls in love this fast. It’s impossible. I’m sure I’m just worked up because I’ve gone too long without. My subconscious is hell-bent on getting what I promised it when I made my decision earlier this week, and is now tricking me intofeelingso much because my cock is so fucking hard and needs what it needs.
This is lust, that’s all. Really, really extreme lust that’s the result of living like a monk for too long.
But how is she so fuckingideal?
I’m probably just seeing what I want to see because I’ve already made up my mind that this is happening tonight.
If she agrees to it.
I know she will.
I lean in to whisper in her ear. “Irish?”
“Yeah?”
“I want this to happen. I’m telling you the honest truth when I say you are without a doubt the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. I want to take you upstairs and we can have a drink and some dessert and get to know each other. We’ll take it as slow as you want. You can change your mind at any time. Just say the word and I’ll take you home. But I don’t think you will change your mind. I think you’re going to love what I’m about to give you. And I want nothing more right now than to give you every fucking thing you’ve ever wished for. I want to spend the weekend with you. I’ll take good care of you.”
Her blue eyes round. “You will?”
“Of course I will. I’m Noah, remember? Trustworthy. Patient but not too patient. Incredibly thorough. Maybe a little bit of a control freak but that can be a good thing in certain situations.”
Her cheeks get that warm pink flare as her eyes hold mine. “It can?”
“Yes. It can.”
She’s saucy without even trying. Curious. She’s navigating all the new feelings I’m inspiring. “What kind of situations?”
“The kind where I give you a lot of orgasms.”
It’s barely a whisper. “Oh.”
