Page 7 of Off Limits Billionaire

“Yeah ... I just want to taste you.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

I took his permission and pressed my mouth against his before parting my lips to let his tongue slip in around mine. Our mouths explored the depths of pleasure igniting between us. His hands caressed me, sliding an arm around my waist and another hand further down to cup my ass.

I moaned against his kiss, leaned into his touch, and suddenly wished we weren’t at some bistro overlooking the water. Apparently, Marcus didn’t care that we were outside as I felt his hand reach up under my dress.

The minute I felt him slide my silk thong out of the way, I found myself spreading my legs. His fingertips found my sweet spot before moving to the soft flesh of my entrance. My breathing trembled as he slid two fingers inside of me, stretching me, covering my mouth with his lips to hide my cries of pleasure.

Every thrust of his fingers moved faster pushing deeper bringing me closer and closer to my end. The end where I would come all over his fingers, just before he lost control and took me in front of everyone. The cliff of erotic bliss I was about to fall over ... when someone bumped into us. The stranger jostling against us forced Marcus to pull his fingers out of me, bracing himself against the wall and securing me from falling over.

Moment gone.

Suddenly, I felt extremely sober and ready to go home. As reality set in, I pushed him back and adjusted my dress.

“You’re really willing to pay me triple?” I needed confirmation.

His eyes, laden with lust, blinked lazily as he licked his lips. Marcus grunted and groaned as he adjusted his crotch and straightened his posture. “Yes—”

“I’m serious, Marcus. The deposit alone would get all the bills off my family’s back.”

“I swear Anabella, I will pay you what I said. I’m even willing to tack on additional payments to rush the job since it’s for my parents wedding anniversary.”

“That’s so sweet,” I told him, stroking the side of his face again. I couldn't stop touching him. I wanted more. I wanted to finish what we'd begun out here and what we'd started at that gala a few weeks earlier.

“Thank you. So does this mean you’re going to take the job?” he asked me with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

“Put the terms in writing. You’re a lawyer, right?” I asked him.

“Yeah.” He laughed and hooked a finger under my chin, bringing me up to kiss him, and I let it happen. The softness of his tongue tasting mine made me crave him like no one I'd ever kissed before.

It was stupid!

It was Marcus Adler, the arch enemy of my brother, eldest son of a rival family that had built their wealth off our family’s misfortune! At least, that’s what we’d been taught.

I couldn't fall for him, right? I wouldn’t fall for him. I didn’t need that kind of distraction in my life, but I did need the job. I poked him in the chest, pushing him back.

“Good,” I dipped under his arm to get his mouth away from mine. “Bring the contract and terms to the shop tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

4

MARCUS

When I woke up the following morning, thankful for the absence of a hangover, the idea of Anabella Pierce agreeing to work with me flashed through my mind. We’d crossed paths the previous night and I hadn’t wanted to let her out of my sight. I'd wanted her to the point where I didn’t care where we were.

That was a dangerous position for me. I couldn’t allow my desires to jeopardize the way I made decisions. Anabella was like a drug making me forget everything wrong around us. Being with her felt so right.

Still, the night ended with me going to bed alone after putting Wyatt in a cab. He'd seemed to hit it off with Anabella’s friend, but with Mya waiting for him at home, I knew he wouldn’t just take anyone to bed.

Wyatt liked to put on an act like he fucked any and everything that walked. After his relationship with Mya’s mother had disintegrated in spectacular fashion that left him as a single father, he’d been far more discerning than he liked to admit.

My alarm rang again, telling me to move. I dragged myself out of bed and into workout gear to go for a run along the river. My condo overlooked that museum where that boxer ran up those steps. After a quick warm up and stretch, I took off into the early morning.

Running alongside the river allowed me to clear my mind. I needed to focus if I was going to be working with Anabella Pierce. We couldn't allow our lust for each other to worsen the tension between our families. I pushed those thoughts from my head and decided to shift my attention to the task ahead.

The Godschalk clock was a piece similar to one I’d seen probably a hundred times over. It stood in the background of my parents wedding photo. I’m almost certain it’s not the same clock, but it’s a model from the same collection that will bring back fond memories of their love.

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