Page 27 of The Billionaires' Gamble
Like so many late nights before, I tease my nipples with my thumbs and then coast a hand down my belly. Closing my eyes, I let the remnants of the world melt away and drift to a place where I’m happy, desired, sated.
Teasing a finger along my slit, I imagine it’s one of my guys.
One of my guys!My brain scream-whispers, because what is this life?
I smile as a shaky shudder quakes through me. At some point, they’re going to come back to this borrowed brownstone, and I’ll be surrounded again. Protected, teased, pleased. And still terrified to voice what my heart wants more than anything.
What a beautiful vision. Surrounded by the people I like most. The people who love me and aren’t afraid to show it.
The daydream stutters and wobbles until I remember the way Gabe sought me out when I got back from France, straight up the stairs and into my arms.
My skin heats at the memory, and there’s a new slickness between my thighs that has nothing to do with the lux bubble bath and tub full of hot water.
Footsteps echo across the hardwood in the bedroom. Measured and powerful. Giddiness fizzes through my veins, and I hold my breath, sure Alex will find me.
I know the instant he enters the room. Even with my eyes closed, I feel his attention. My skin prickles with awareness, and my nipples harden.
When he doesn’t speak, doesn’t reach for me, I glance toward the door.
Good grief, he’s handsome. He watches me with a barely there but oh-so-amused smirk gracing his lips. With one hand in his pocket, he leans against the door frame, taking up so much space.
My body softens, needing him like I need air.
“Are you going to stand there and watch, or are you going to help?” I tease.
He straightens and steps forward. Off goes the suit jacket. Of course, he hangs it on a hook because this is Alex, and as much as he likes being wrapped around me, he also likes to make me wait. And he’s nothing if not tidy.
Next go the buttons. One by one, revealing his honed chest and that dusting of dark hair. I can’t wait to feel it against my skin. That stubbly scruff on his jaw, too. I grin because I’ve upset his careful schedule. He gets to bed late and wakes up early these days because of me.
Once he’s kicked off his shoes, slipped out of his trousers, and peeled off his socks, he approaches the tub in nothing but boxer briefs. But try as they might, they can’t contain the epic bulge stretching the fabric.
Reaching out, I slide a hand up his thigh, leaving a path of bubbles. His muscles twitch beneath my touch. He reaches down, catches my wrist, and gives me a squeeze.
Turning, I tuck my legs beneath me and reach for the elastic around his chiseled hips. He gives Kingston a run for his money in the Greek Statue Contest.
As I tug them down his legs, his cock springs free, and he sucks in a breath. With the boxer briefs at his ankles, he steps free and kicks them away.
I grin at his impatience and beam when he steps into the tub.
11
KATHERINE/ALEX
Katherine
I sink back in the circle of his arms as he pulls me tightly to him. My eyes drift closed again, and the last of the stress melts away.
“Are you okay?” he rumbles into my hair.
“I am now.” I squeeze his forearms. He’s got me. Him and those strong arms, that solid chest, those shoulders that defy the weight of the world.
Can we do this every day? The both of us, a bubble bath, all those muscles, and the coarse hair on his calves, teasing my overly sensitive skin.
“I’m sorry I missed you earlier,” I say.
“It was a spur-of-the-moment idea,” he says, as if it was nothing to leave his office and haul ass across town to see me in the middle of the day. “How was your lunch?”
He slides a hand down the inside of my right thigh, an innocent touch that does naughty things to my libido. I nestle closer, then turn and press a kiss to his shoulder.
