Page 30 of Undercover Billionaire

Then he lowered the towel.

The oxygen disappeared from the world at her first full look at the true man. He was a masterpiece come to life, sheer perfection and flawless artistry. He flexed taut muscles, came closer. Then… he undressedher.

Kaitlyn shivered as he peeled back the lacy coverings, revealing tender skin under the sensual onslaught. Never had she felt so exposed, so glorious. His eyes dilated to diamond shards as he took ineverything. "I can’t believe it," he whispered. "You are even more stunning than I imagined."

No more words were necessary as he drew her closer. With peppered kisses and bold hands, they explored each other, reveling in the sweetness of newfound intimacy. Kaitlyn moaned when he touched her most sensitive of spots, gasped when he stroked her tender core. Their bodies intertwined, she eagerly returned every touch. He jerked ever so slightly, betraying his stalwart control.

He stopped for the briefest of moments to don protection, and then nothing stood in their way. They moved against each other, faster and faster, bolder and bolder, until Kaitlyn could wait no longer. When he hesitated, silently asking the question, she opened for him. In one quick movement, he thrust into her, filling her completely. At his possessive strokes, she could only close her eyes and shudder, clutching him as he moved.

Passion took flight. It soared, leaving the earthly planes far behind. Kaitlyn fought for control, but could not contain the fire building within her. Lights twinkled before her until suddenly she could take no more.

She shattered.

She gasped at the same time he arched, amidst waves of passion that bore no words. Pure pleasure raced through her, in a world in which time meant nothing. She and Drake were no longer two, but one, united and whole, the only one that existed.

Time passed, and she descended back to Earth, back to her home and bed – and her lover. She pressed into him as her heartbeat finally slowed and she relaxed. Exhaustion reined, buoyed by a warmth and peace that was all Drake's. She lay nestled in his arms, curled into his body. Her lips curved into a soft smile, and although much needed to be said, she remained silent. No conversation was necessary on this perfect night. Tomorrow would bring clarity and reality, consequences and actions, but for now they both stayed still, content and at peace. With a soft sigh, she closed her eyes, succumbing to the sweetness of slumber…

And the man who remained a mystery.

Cameron gatheredKaitlyn close as she slept, smiling like a cat with a belly full of milk. He kissed petal-soft cheeks, amidst a streak of hot possessiveness. She was where she belonged, in his bed and in his arms. He had never felt this fiercely protective, the thought of another man touching her almost too much to bear.

He had not been prepared for the wonder of their lovemaking, nor the tremendous connection they shared. Their physical connection was just part of it – something far stronger lurked. It was a peculiar sensation for him, a man who never lost control, surrendering to a woman who didn't even know his name.

Yet even if she didn't know the true facets of his life, somehow she understood more than the world who knew those details, right down to the cents lining his bank account. Long ago he erected a barrier to protect himself from the people who cared only about wealth and power, and yet somehow this slip of a candy store owner had burrowed her way past the facade to touch the real him.

And he had absolutely no idea what to do about it.

He inhaled air scented with chocolate and woman, the weight of confusion a heavy burden. His world was at best a precarious one; sooner or later Kaitlyn would discover the truth, and when she did, who knew how she would react? She had nearly discovered his identity today when his client called. He could scarcely believe the feelings that swept through him at the close call: anger, frustration and even fear, yet he hated lying to her. Even if the truth somehow stayed hidden, by design his position would last but days, and then he would be forced to return to his true life. A life without Kaitlyn.

No.

That was unacceptable. Impossible and intolerable, and he would not allow it. The attraction was more than physical, more than superficial. Indeed, every minute with her made him want a thousand more. Settling down next to his sleeping beauty, the future beckoned, eliciting a single question:

What if he simply refused to let her go?

Kaitlyn floatedin a world of clouds and color, surrounded by peace, harmony and joy. That she was dreaming posed no secret, yet she felt no desire to emerge from its tender grasp, no pull to renter the world. She would stay forever if she could, encircled by perfection.

Yet a noise infiltrated the peace, a heavy banging that had no place in her dream. She sighed softly, wishing it out of existence, yet it only grew louder. Even as she resisted, the sound would not be denied. In a flash, the dream dissipated, fading away as reality intruded.

She expected disappointment, sadness and sorrow at the world’s reemergence, and yet somehow she was as content and comfortable as in her dream. As the world traveled from blurry to focused, her senses sharpened to clarity, and she finally realized what was responsible for her joy – or rather who.

The man who had claimed her.

No word beyond claimed could describe the sensation of being held by the powerful man. The events of the previous night flashed, every word, every kiss, every touch. She turned to the source of her peace, pleasure and turmoil.

"Good morning," Drake intoned, his voice deep.

A thousand emotions swirled:Joy. Concern. Delight. Fear. Happiness. Contentment.It was a mélange that left her slightly unbalanced and more than a trifle dazed. With her cousin's impending arrival, she didn't have time to be either.

There were no regrets over making love to Drake. The joining had been spectacular and beyond, and she would not undo it. But now the consequences loomed, and she could no longer hide behind passion’s curtain. Yet what were the consequences? The lovemaking had not satiated her lust; instead, her desire had only deepened, as if one night was not nearly enough. Could more than physical lust compel her emotions?

Yes.

The connection would not be denied, borne by a bond that transcended logic and reason. Emotions tangled with the potential to be extraordinary, yet it threatened this life she’d built. She mustn’t succumb to raw emotion, no matter how strong. Only as she returned to the present and the man with smoldering eyes, every pledge departed, amidst a single question:

What if she took a chance?

What if she considered a true relationship with him? What if she reframed the circumstances as obstacles to be surmounted instead of impossible barriers? What if she listened to her heart?

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