Page 66 of The Reluctant Billionaire
Next to it is an epic summer kitchen with a bar, an absolutely enormous barbecue, and a glass-fronted drinks fridge. I suppress a smile. It’s reassuring to know my ascetic fuck-buddy spends his money somewhere. Even Aide Duffy isn’t immune to the charms of boys’ toys.
‘I bet you have some good parties here,’ I observe, putting my wineglass down on one of the sturdy wooden tables dotted between the loungers.
He lowers his beer from his lips and rakes his eyes over my body before he answers. I’ve ditched my painting t-shirt and am instead in another pair of cutoffs, given the heat, and the sameBarbievest as earlier.
‘Mmm-hmm,’ he says, ‘but none as fun as the party you and I are about to have.’
Challenge accepted, darling.
I raise an eyebrow? ‘Is that so?’
‘Most of my parties don’t feature beautiful, naked women or happy endings,’ he says, strolling towards me. He put his vest back on for the car journey home but is still in his football shorts. It’s a testament to this guy’s Big Dick Energy that he can seem so powerful, so menacing, in such casual clothes.
‘That’s very presumptuous,’ I say, standing my ground.
He reaches me and wraps a strong arm around my waist, hauling me to him. I look up and smirk. He’s so fucking hot, with that strong, beard-covered jaw and those melting blue eyes. I don’t stand a chance.
‘I forgot to mention the happy ending’s foryou,’ he says in a low growl, dipping his head so his lips are millimetres from mine.
My breath hitches, and I allow myself to swoon a little, because come on. ‘Now you’re talking.’
‘I already had my happy ending. It’s your turn.’ He slides a finger under the strap of my vest and strokes my skin. ‘Nowstrip.’
Before I can tell him the night is young and he most certainly has more happy endings coming his way, he’s releasing me and stepping backwards, a grin on his face that’s hungry and expectant and hot.
I salute him. ‘Yes, sir.’ And with that, I peel off my top to reveal my matching bra, and his grin turns even more wolfish.
‘It’s amazing how tolerant you are of my bras these past few days,’ I muse as I unbutton my shorts and slide them down my legs to reveal the bottom half of my very cute matching set.
‘Risk-reward,’ he mutters.
I pause with my fingers on my bra clasp. ‘Oh, yeah?’
‘Yeah. Lose the bra, Lotts.’
‘How so?’
‘The stakes have changed. Before, it was all downside for me, having to deal with those nipples in my fucking face all day.’
I unhook my bra and let it fall from my body. ‘These nipples?’
His eyes darken, and he shakes his head in defeat, his gaze riveted to my boobs. Basic as fuck. God bless him.
‘Yeah.’ He takes a step towards me. ‘But now I get to see your bras, and take them off your beautiful body, and suck on those tits whenever I like, and?—’
‘Well, I wouldn’t saywheneveryou like, but I take your point.’ I bat my eyelashes and hook my thumbs through the sides of my pink thong. ‘You were saying?’
I pause, and he blinks. ‘Huh?’
‘Something about risk-reward.’ I put the poor man out of his misery and slide my thong down my legs, stepping daintily out of it. I grab it with a finger and toss it to him.
‘Yeah. Um.’ He stares at my nearly bare pussy with its immaculate strip of hair as he balls my thong in his hands. ‘The risk-reward’s in my favour, now,’ he mutters. ‘So I can handle it.’
I beam at him and put a hand on my hip. ‘Spoken like a true entrepreneur. Your turn, Mister. Get them off.’
Instead, he looks down at my balled-up thong and brings it slowly, deliberately to his nose. He inhales deeply, unhurriedly, and my mouth falls open, because this dirty bastard is hot as fuck.
‘Mmm,’ he groans before lifting his head and tossing my thong on the nearest lounger. Then he’s stripping off his vest and tugging down his shorts. Merely watching him take his clothes off is a joy. Skin coming into view, muscles flexing, abs contracting, dick hanging heavily between his legs. He’s already nursing a semi.
