Page 41 of The Billionaire's Rival (Bad Boy Billionaires)

“Do you expect me to keep sleeping on the couch?”

He studied me for a moment, letting his gaze rake down my torso and back up. I was glad I was seated so he wouldn’t notice my body’s reaction. “I have several guest rooms.”

“But you didn’t offer one to me last night.”

“I didn’t think I could get you upstairs.”

He probably couldn’t have. I’d been a fucking mess. “But when I’m sober, I’m allowed a bed.”

“Yes.”

“But not in your room?”

Ford’s smile widened. “Do you remember what I told you about what I would expect if you wanted to get in my bed?”

Jesus, why did that make my cock even harder? I did not want to suck dick.

Don’t you, though? When it’s Ford’s?

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FORD

The lust on his face as he looked at me had me needing to shift the bag I was carrying so it could block my cock’s reaction to his expression. Was he actually considering sucking my dick?

The fact that he still wanted me now when he was sober made him so fucking tempting. I wanted to circle his desk, get on my knees, and show him exactly what I wanted him to do to me, but I wasn’t that lost to sanity, not yet anyway. After some time with him staying at my house, who knew what I might do.

He’s only in this to get off. He’s still going to claim to be straight.

Maybe, but I wanted to watch him try to deny what he wanted with my dick in his mouth.

I pushed all those thoughts away. “I take it you do remember. Nothing has changed. I’ll make sure the guest room is ready for you.”

He nodded.

I turned to go, but he called me back. If I stayed much longer, I was going to reconsider fucking him right here in his office.

“I went by my apartment this morning to put on fresh clothes and see if the men were still there. I got a picture of them.”

I shivered at the thought of them coming after him for that. “Be careful. Do you think they saw you?”

“I know how to be discreet.”

“From now on, if you notice anyone watching or following you, pretend you don’t see them.”

“Fine. Do you want to see the picture?”

“Yeah, send it to me. I’ll have Carter take a look at it.”

When he sent the picture, I opened it and knew immediately that Miles had been telling the truth. Those weren’t his men. For one, no employee of his would be dressed like they were in a poorly budgeted mafia movie, and two, they wouldn’t have allowed themselves to be seen so easily.

“Hopefully Carter can identify the men. You don’t need to worry about them anymore.”

Jay scowled. “What does that mean exactly?”

“It’s best you don’t know too many details.”

“Who are you? Because you’re not just an attorney.”

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