Page 47 of The Billionaire’s Fake Fiancée
His gaze slides over her lips, down her neck, toward the 'V' of her breasts. She's so petite. And beautiful.
And innocent.
He realizes with a surprise that this is why, despite all her antics from last night, he still can't stay angry with her. There's an impulsiveness to Sienna's actions he finds endearing. Despite her needing his money, she hadn't held back. She'd simply followed her heart.
"What's Tom doing here?" His eyes are drawn to her bellybutton. He wants to lick it and see if the taste there is different from her mouth.
She knows what she's doing. She's using her body to distract him.
He straightens back up, folds his arms over his chest.
Sienna cranes her neck up, the cord of her neck vulnerable. Exposing that secret hollow at the base of her throat.
The curl of heat in his belly flares. Pulling his hands out of his pockets, he folds them over his chest, looking down on her.
He will not—cannot—go to her.
"I had no idea Tom was going to be here. Honest." She widens those almond shaped eyes at him, the amber in them glinting, making her look catlike. "Surely you don't think I asked him to come…?"
Her voice is shaky. She's nervous.
Can she tell how turned on he is?
He grits his teeth trying to quell his arousal. A bead of sweat trickles down his back with the effort of standing still. Of not reaching out and hauling her to him.
She mumbles in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to take a shower."
Sienna slides off the couch, making sure not to touch him. Walks into the bedroom, leaving the door half open behind her.
Jace stands there, curling his hands into fists at his side.
She only had to look at him for him to be aroused. Surely she knew the effect she was having on him.
If not, she wouldn't have said she was going to shower. Wouldn't have left the door to the room half open so he can hear the shower running.
Don't even think about it.
The water sliding down her throat, over her breasts, in between them, down farther still between her legs, and over those smooth thighs.
Heat roars through his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
She left the door open, didn't she?
She wants Jace to come in. She'd been practically flaunting herself at him.
Don't.
And she'd agreed to this proposition? She must have known it was bound to end in this.
Of course she does.
The heat in his belly crackles into a full-fledged fire. Tearing off his T-shirt, he drops it on the ground.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he steps out of them, kicks them and his briefs out of the way. He is naked and fully aroused by the time he reaches the shower cubicle.
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