Page 18 of My Arrogant Millionaire

»Olive dip.«

I looked at him in surprise. »Homemade?«

He shrugged. »It’s not exactly magic.«

I leaned over the tray and gently kissed him without tongue to show my gratitude. He took care of me without any obligation. He cupped my face and held me for a moment. »Keep this up, and the meal will have to wait,« he whispered against my lips. I pulled away from him and laughed.

»Now that I know you can cook, I can’t wait to savor this divine meal.«

»Cooking is something different, but yes, I can actually cook a little.«

I scooped the scrambled eggs onto the butter-fried toast and moaned in delight as I bit into it. Baron’s gaze darkened. »If I had known how much it turns me on to watch you eat my food, we would have done this earlier.«

I grinned. »I’m up for that anytime.«

We ate in reverent silence. With the last piece of toast, I collected every single crumb on the plate and licked my fingers clean. Baron held my hand tight, and instantly, I felt the electrifying tension that constantly built up between us again.

His eyes remained fixed on mine as he slid my index finger into his mouth and gently sucked on it. I had intended to get to know him a bit better and talk with him. Yet, conversation was truly the last thing I had in mind now. I pressed my hands against his chest, and he slid back to lean against the headboard.

Without taking my gaze off him, I straddled him, and his hands glided up and down my naked thighs. »What’s this?« he asked, his touch continuing upward to my breasts, which were heavy and longing for his caresses.

»I want to show my gratitude for this magnificent feast.«

»Then I don’t want to know what you’ll do if I cook dinner for you.«

I arched an eyebrow, slid my hand into his boxer briefs, and gripped his shaft, which was more than ready for what I had in mind. Baron gasped hoarsely. »No empty promises, Crisis.«

I moved my hands up and down, applying firm pressure on his tip. »Do that again,« he moaned, and I obliged. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the tall headboard. Watching him surrender to me, nearly naked and insanely hot in my bed, was an incredible sight.

He clasped my hand with his and increased the pressure. I wanted more, to drive him as mad as he had driven me. But before I could, he stopped our mutual movements, threw off his boxer briefs, grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and hastily put it on before seizing my waist and pressing me onto him.

With a deep, relentless thrust, he claimed my body, which responded more than willingly. I moved on him while he met me with assertive pressure. His hands cradled my face, and I clung to his shoulder. As I felt the gentle pulsing of an approaching orgasm, we locked eyes deeply. His gaze conveyed so many things that my chest grew heavy. Regret for having asked for only this one night. Devotion that he had bestowed upon me throughout the last hours. Admiration that I, too, bestowed upon him.

And as we reached our climax together, his lips whispered words of hope and future, which I could have only imagined.

***

After that incredible night with Baron, which we had actually extended throughout the entire Sunday, it was more than difficult to go to work on this Monday. Time and again, my thoughts drifted to the moments with Baron in my bed, the shower, or even on the kitchen counter. We were like two wild animals, barely able to stand being physically separated for just a few minutes. Today I felt a bit sore, drained, but also incredibly happy, even though I didn’t know what would happen next. If anything would happen at all.

He definitely didn’t want a committed relationship, and I still wasn’t looking for one either, yet I had the desire to continue. Something told me Baron felt the same way.

I placed my bag on the floor beneath my desk and removed my coat, hanging it on the coat rack next to the door. My colleague Bennett walked in. In his hand, he held a sun-yellow coffee mug, and his gaze scrutinized my face. We hadn’t known each other long, but I had liked him instantly and was glad to share an office with him.

»Phew, you smell like sex, love,« he said, wrinkling his nose and taking a seat at his desk opposite mine.

»Is that envy I hear?« I asked, sitting down as well. He grinned broadly and pushed his red-framed glasses into his thick dark brown hair.

»Caught. It’s pure envy and a tiny bit of hope that you’ll tell me every detail.«

I laughed. »I can’t reveal every detail to you, just that I barely slept a wink for a night and a whole day.« I stretched and yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. Bennett raised his perfectly plucked eyebrow.

»Do you want my sympathy now? You’ve come to the wrong place.«

I gathered my documents, which I needed for my meeting with our boss Nic, and grinned broadly at Bennett. »Maybe we should go out one evening and find you a little weekend activity as well? How does that sound?«

»As if you have sympathy for me. But okay, I accept.«

I stood up. »Great, I’m really happy about that! I’ll be back in an hour, and then we’ll make plans.«

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