Page 11 of The Broke Billionaires Club
Starting to shake her head, he caught her chin with his icing-free hand. “Taste it,please.”
As if she would have the power to resist him anything, especially when he requested so nicely. Feeling silly, she flicked her tongue out to slide along his finger. The half-lidded desirous gaze he gave her made her feel bold, so she took his finger into her warm, wet mouth andsucked.
That was all it took. Trey pounced. His mouth was on hers as his tongue replaced his finger and his arms snaked around her, caging her against the counter. She could feel his firm manhood pressing urgently into her belly. She felt like warm liquid in his embrace as she untucked his shirt and trailed her fingertips up the hot skin of hisback.
She wanted him more than she dared to admit, even to herself, but some still-rational part of her mind knew that this wasn’t the time or place. She refused to be one of his conquests that he seduced and forgot about the very next day. Pulling back, she was breathing heavy, but she forced the wordsout.
As soon as she told him to stop, he dropped his hands and backed off. “I’m sorry I let things get carried away,” she told him honestly, “but I can’t be one of your one-nightstands.”
The look he gave her was more than a little perturbed. She felt relieved that she had put a stop to things, if he was going to be this way about it. The last thing she wanted was to get attached to him, only to find out that she was just another notch in his very expensivebelt.
“You think you know me so well,” he said sadly before turning toleave.
As an afterthought, he turned and picked up another cupcake. Dipping it directly in the icing bowl he rationalized the move without looking at her. “Just because I’m mad doesn’t mean I’mcrazy.”
Then he left, and she stood there in stunnedsilence.
