Page 107 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set
She bites her lip, nods, reaches up and grasps me. Her small hand doesn’t even wrap all the way around the base of my dick.
I hiss at the sweet contact.
“You okay?” she asks back.
“Baby, I’m more than okay,” I tell her. “I’m going to kiss every inch of your body before I sink into you.”
“Promises, promises,” she says on a grin.
The once shy Carly is replaced with a playful one. She’s confident and brazen.
“You want promises, baby? How about this? I love you. We’re in this together. Whatever this is, it’s you and me.”
She nods. “You and me.”
“Be a good girl and tell me where you want me to kiss you first.”
Her green eyes darken and she taps her lip with a finger.
Her mouth? I’ll happily start there.
But it moves, that finger, down the center line of her body. Between her breasts and lower to her navel. Lower still to her parted thighs. I see the scars and know that the woman beneath me is so strong. So brave.
Perfect.
“Here,” she whispers.
Yeah, fucking perfect, I think, and then I lower my head.
FLAWED
PROLOGUE
MILES
“Decide to come up for air?” I smile when Austin and Carly finally grace us with their presence at the dinner table.
Carly’s cheeks are flushed pink, and Austin’s hair is a tousled mass of brown. Yeah, they both look just fucked. Make that just fucked on steroids. They’ve been in Austin’s room since he and Carly came back this morning.
“Actually, I was sleeping.” Carly blushes further.
Right.
“You don’t owe them any explanation.” Austin gives her a pussy-whipped smile.
“As you know,” she continues, “I didn’t get any sleep last night because I was tending to your colt.”
“Which we appreciate.” Chance reaches for the platter in the middle of the table. The dishes are set out family style in brown clay serving platters. Salsa, chopped onion and cilantro, seasoned rice, and black beans. “I didn’t see either of you come out for lunch so I assume you’re starving. Louisa made chicken flautas.”
“Who? Your cook?” Carly settles in with Chance on one side, Austin on the other.
I’m across from her.
“The housekeeper,” Chance corrects. “She keeps this entire place running.”
I introduced myself to the older woman when she placed my clean laundry on my bed. I’m not used to anyone taking care of me.
“Looks great.” Austin takes the platter from Chance. “I love Mexican food.”
