Page 27 of How to Win the Wild Billionaire

“I presume you are talking about my house and not me.”

Bay turned to see Digby lying on the couch behind her, her breath hitching when she saw he was only wearing running shorts and sneakers on his feet. Taking a moment, she admired his gorgeous body, the light sprinkling of hair on his chest, the ridges of his muscular stomach and those gorgeous hip muscles disappearing into his shorts. The bicep muscle of the arm resting over his eyes was hard and impressive. God, he was physically powerful and stupendously sexy.

Down, girl.

Digby pushed himself to his feet and gestured to the kitchen. “I’m going to take a quick shower and then we can get to work. Make yourself comfortable, help yourself to coffee, whatever you want.”

Bay nodded. “Do you mind if I explore?”

“Not at all.” Digby walked to the closest stairs before jogging up the steep curves to his bedroom. Bay dropped her bag, laptop case and art satchel on the dining room table and wandered into the kitchen, peeking into a pantry and beyond that, a utility room. Backtracking, she saw another door at the end of the room and opened it to reveal a smaller lounge complete with huge couches, a massive flat screen and speakers everywhere. There was an interconnecting door that led to a study, lined with shelves. A huge desk was pushed to the wall and held files and expensive-looking computer equipment.

The office’s second door opened back onto the main living area and from there she walked up the spiral staircase and onto the landing outside the spare bedroom. It was the standard double-bed guest room with en suite shower, perfectly decorated but, in her opinion, a little bland.

Bay thought about going back downstairs but she was curious, so she walked across the narrow landing thirty feet above the living room below and ended up outside Digby’s room. The stairs were to her right and she should use them, but his bedroom door was open and she wanted a quick look. His bedroom had glass on two sides and Bay could easily imagine him waking up every morning in that enormous bed, covered with plain white linen, and rolling over to look at the city’s favorite landmark.

Amazing.

Then her view improved considerably when Digby walked across her line of sight, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and droplets of water running down his tanned shoulders.

His body was even nicer to look at than the view outside and that was saying a hell of a lot...

She should go before he saw her, should walk down those stairs. But Bay’s feet were glued to the landing and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere...

“You’re welcome to come inside but, I have to warn you, if you do, I’m going to do my best to tempt you into getting naked,” Digby said, turning around to look at her.

Her eyes slammed into his and a million thoughts bombarded her. He was keeping his word; sleeping with him would still be her decision, her choice.

She should go...

She wanted to stay...

She was playing with fire...

But she wanted to burn...

The past six months had been all about Olivia, about doing what she had to do, what she’d promised to do. She couldn’t remember one occasion lately, apart from last night, when she’d done something for herself, spoiled herself in any way. She hadn’t bought new clothes, gone out to eat or clubbing. Her entire focus had been on Olivia and nursing her through this catastrophic change in her life and dealing with her own grief.

She loved Olivia, shedid, but wasn’t she allowed, just once, to spoil herself?

And sleeping with Digby would be a hell of a treat. He would be a memory she’d have for the rest of her life.

She liked him, was crazy attracted to him, and she’d love to learn all he had to teach her. They were both single and unattached and best of all—no one would ever know.

Digby must’ve seen the capitulation on her face because he smiled and gently ordered her to come to him. Bay hesitated, but only for a moment. Then, with a tiny shrug, she stepped into his room, walking around the huge bed to stop in front of him. Digby lifted his hands to hold her face and he gently rubbed his nose against hers, his mouth curved into a smile.

“I’ll go slow and if you change your mind at any point, just tell me and I’ll stop, okay? And there will be no hard feelings.”

Bay bit her lip. “Promise?”

“I promise. You’re in control here, sweetheart. We’ll go as far as you feel comfortable with.”

Yeah, as she’d noted last night, under all that charm, Digby was a gentleman, a man with honor.

Reassured, Bay placed her palms on his bare chest, sighing at his smooth, masculine skin. Needing him, she put her hand behind his neck and pulled his head down to reach his lips with hers. “Will you kiss me, Dig?”

“Abso-freaking-lutely,” Digby muttered, covering her mouth with his. Bay instantly opened her lips, allowing his tongue to slide against hers. She couldn’t help moving closer and pushed her breasts into his chest, wishing she could step inside him, to know him from the inside out. Digby’s hands skated up her back and then burrowed under her sleeveless top to find bare skin. After many minutes of thought-and-reason-stealing kisses—or was it hours, since time no longer had any meaning?—Digby pulled back to rest his temple on hers. “You have far too many clothes on, darling.”

She knew that he was asking for permission to carry on so, instead of speaking—she doubted her brain’s ability to form words—Bay stepped away from him and reached for the button of her shorts. After pulling down the zip, she allowed the garment to fall down her hips to the floor, leaving her standing in her T-shirt and panties.

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