Page 18 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
"What?" Jace frowns.
"You saw me across a crowded room, at a cocktail party. Fell in love with me." I say.
Jace continues the story without blinking. "And I had to have you. On our very first date, I kissed you in the back seat of the limousine on the way back home. You couldn't resist me."
"No. I seduced you, on the way back home—" I insist, trying to gain the upper hand.
He goes on as if not having heard me.
Stubborn, arrogant man. Won't let me win even this one.
"We made wild, passionate, love in the back seat." His words arrow straight to my core. Dampness pools as my thighs clench.
I cross my legs.
A hint of a smile.
Damn him. Jace knows exactly what he's doing. He's using his words to turn me on.
"I woke you up the next morning, already hard and in you." His voice flows over me, sinking into my skin.
My eyes drop to his lap. He is hard. And aroused. He wants me. Makes no pretense of hiding it either.
How will it feel to have him inside me?
I shudder. Pin pricks of desire dance across my skin.
"You came home that night, and never left. That was a month ago. We've been together since." Jace's voice trails off.
I swallow, the sensations tumbling through me, nerves stretched to breaking point.
If he wanted he could have me now.
No. Fucking. Way.
"Relax," Jace says. "Get some rest while you can."
He pulls out the tablet again, bends over it with that absolute focus I'm coming to expect from him.
And I want to take the device from his hand and throw it away. Ask him to make me the focus of those incredible eyes
A shiver of anticipation, of liquid want spurts through my veins. Stop it. I tell myself. I'm beginning to hallucinate about this guy.
Sitting there next to Jace, in that enclosed space, the charisma coming off him in waves, I know I'm trapped.
7
Sienna
* * *
Somerset Hotel, Hampshire, UK
The suite of rooms assigned to Jace is three times the size of my studio: two bedrooms with a living space and a kitchen in between.
When our bags arrived, I'd stalked into the main bedroom, laying dibs to the side of the bed I wanted to sleep on.
A small gesture. But it'd felt important to stake my claim as soon as possible. He may own my time but he can't control every single move I make.
