Page 42 of How to Win the Wild Billionaire

Bay heard Digby’s muffled curse and then he was on his haunches in front of her, his hands on her thighs, pulling her back to the here and now. Needing to stabilize herself, she lifted her fingers to touch his cheek.

Digby moved his head to kiss her fingers. “Let’s make a deal, sweetheart?”

“Mmm? What’s that?”

“For the next few days, it’s just us. We’re not going to think about work or deals or useless parents and custody battles or my meeting with whoever my parents left their money to—”

Bay’s mouth dropped open. “You’re meeting them? Who is it? Do you know?”

Digby grimaced. “No idea. Radd and I will meet with him next week. The meeting will be at the same time as your custody hearing on Tuesday.”

Right. Well, Tuesday was going to be a big day for them both.

Digby ran his hands up the outside of her thighs and Bay, as she always did, wanted more. “Let’s take this time, sweetheart, just for us and not let the outside world intrude. Can we do that?”

Bay slowly nodded. That sounded like heaven.

For the next few days, she was going to live for the moment, enjoy her time with Digby and face whatever came her way next week. Digby squeezed her legs and stood up.

“Excellent. So, do me a favor and eat your burger because you’re going to need the energy tonight.”

Now there was an incentive she could get behind. Smiling at the thought, she pulled her plate toward her and sliced her burger in two. Then she picked up one half and bit down, groaning with delight.

Digby grinned at her and wiped his mouth with a paper napkin. “Good?”

“Better than sex,” Bay replied, her mouth full of food.

“Oh, it bloody well isn’t and I intend to prove that to you.”

Bay laughed and waved her burger in the air. “Can I finish my food first?”

Digby tapped his watch. “You have fifteen minutes, Adair.”

Ten minutes later, shortly after she swallowed her last bite, Digby picked her up, tossed her over his shoulder and walked her to his bedroom.

And, as he promised, the sex was better than the burger.

Digby felt the sun on his face and adjusted his cap to keep it out of his eyes. This was turning out to be a perfect day. The sun was hot but not blistering and the sea was refreshingly cool. Earlier this morning, he’d left Bay asleep in his bed and hit the beach as dawn broke. After a long run, he’d swum out to beyond the reef and back, feeling the burn in his legs and arms. When he finally returned to the house, he rinsed off in the outdoor shower, checked whether Olivia was still asleep and climbed back into bed with Bay, waking her up with a series of X-rated kisses.

After they made love for the second time, Bay made coffee, and he’d been drifting back to sleep when a three-foot dynamo jumped on his stomach, demanding to go to the beach. She hadn’t been prepared to hear the wordno.

He’d swum with Olivia, watched as Bay made sand castles with her, and he had rubbed sun cream over Bay’s skin, sneaking in a kiss whenever he was sure Olivia’s attention was otherwise occupied.

Making love to Bay was wonderful, Digby decided, but spending out-of-bed time with her was as much fun. He enjoyed Olivia, loved her cheeky conversation and her piping voice and her enthusiasm for, well,everything.

“How are you feeling about meeting the heir to your parents’ estate next week?” Bay asked him, out of the blue.

Digby lifted his cap to look at her but she was staring out to sea. After admiring her profile for a while, he closed his eyes again and readjusted his cap.

“I don’t really care one way or the other.”

Bay poked him in the ribs with her index finger. “That’s a cop-out, Dig—you have to feel something about the person.”

She wasn’t going to let this go. “Okay, I’m annoyed that some random person is going to enjoy the benefits of a century-plus of my ancestors’ hard work. And they’d better not think that this tenuous connection will create a bond between him and Radd and I. I have no intention of playing happy families. Radd is all the family I need.”

“Because you are a lone wolf, right?” Bay asked, her voice soft.

Yeah, exactly that. But lately, he’d started to think that he might, one day, be able to do this family thing.

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