Page 43 of The English Billionaire's Obsession

She whimpers as I shove myself forward, pressing my shaft through our clothes.

“Soon,” I growl.

A moment of uncertainty flashes across her face, and then she nods. “I’m ready. I can do it.”

I step back, and she tilts her head, a flash of victory replacing the uncertainty. I don’t have to say anything. We both know I’m moving away because, if I don’t, I won’t be able to resist claiming her again.

“This is beautiful,” she says, walking to the edge of the glass. “I feel like I’m on top of the world.”

“Me too.”

I join her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders, purposefully avoiding her back, chest, hips, ass, or, hell,anypart of her. She’s so sensual. Even the contact with her shoulder has me aching.

“I never could’ve imagined any of this when I first came here,” she says. “The graffiti, beingkidnappedby a billionaire…”

She laughs, shoving me playfully, and I grin down at her.

“Do you think we’re sick if we can joke about that?”

“Hey, it wasn’t afullkidnapping, right? More like half of one because I wanted to be there.”

“But if you’d wanted to leave, Ami, I would’ve kept you there. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

She rests her cheek against my chest. “It’s nice to feel protected.”

I always will.

I can’t say it. Not yet, for some reason. What the hell am I waiting for? I felt confident a few minutes ago. I had no question about her motives. Even now, Iknowthere’s something real here, but that clinging feeling, all those memories, all that misery from my old man’s lie… Here I goagain.

“I’m so happy I found you,” I say, pushing away negative thoughts and focusing on this moment instead.

CHAPTERTWENTY

Amelia

“So you had a good day?” Emma asks.

“It was magical,” I tell her. “We did the London Eye. We visited Buckingham Palace.”

“I already know that,” she replies, smiling at me from the laptop screen.

I’m sitting in the small garden balcony area of the flat.Flat!Hey, I got one! Tommy had to take some business calls, so I’m relaxing with some soda and snacks, feeling more at home than I can believe, but Emma’s tone has jolted me out of it.

“How?” I ask.

“Haven’t you seen the photos?” Emma says. “I thought you must’ve known. Hang on. I’ll send you a link.”

My belly tightens as I click on the link. It’s me and Tommy outside Buckingham Palace, posted to some tabloid website, with the headline:

The Billionaire and the Intern

“What the heck?” I snap, studying the photo.

I’m leaning against his chest outside the palace, with his arm wrapped around me, security surrounding us.

“You must’ve known somebody might snap a shot,” Emma said.

I sigh. “Honestly, I wasn’t thinking about anything beyond that moment. I know how silly that might sound, but I mean it. We were only hugging for a second. Jesus, now everybody’s going to know. Mom andDadare going to—”

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