Page 50 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

Her hazel eyes were unfocused, not quite clear. But her voice was strong enough I felt she had enough faculties to know what she was doing. She might be a little buzzed but she wasn’t all the way to drunk. She knew what she was doing. I hoped.

At least she’d kissed me the first time pre-alcohol. I could take comfort in that.

“Do you want to leave?” I asked carefully as she glanced at the door.

“No,” she said firmly.

I was a little deflated, I had to admit, even as I nodded. “Sure. We can stay as long as you want—”

“No. Dex, they have rooms upstairs here at The Lodge. It’s a swanky place.” She bit her lip. “Not rent by the hour.”

I had to laugh though I tried to stifle it. Did she realize what she was saying? Probably not. But I did, and I would keep her safe. I’d let her have her fun, but I wouldn’t let her go too far or take advantage.

“We can get a room,” I said gently, brushing her lips with mine. She opened to me immediately and I slipped inside, tasting the wine and flavors of cinnamon and apple on her tongue. She could make me drunk just from her kisses. The alcohol was just a bonus. “We don’t have to stay all night though. I mean, if you want to, we can, and I’ll call your parents to make sure—”

“Stop talking. Didn’t I say you talk too much?” She removed her hand from my cock and held it to her head. “Don’t make the buzz leave.”

I nodded. I’d call her parents to make sure Berry was okay. Even if she didn’t tell me their names so I could find their phone number, Isis would know. Thank God for Isis. She’d also know we were in a room together, but I could make an excuse.

I lied every day of my life.

No, he wasn’t at his secretary’s house that night. Or if he was, it was because he’d had to drop off papers to be notarized.

No, she isn’t involved with her tennis instructor. She just paid for extra lessons to work on her swing.

No, the paternity of the child isn’t in question.

Reason number 1,000 why I didn’t actually date, just had sex when the need arose. Not because I couldn’t be trusted, but because I had my doubts about the bulk of humanity on that score.

I also liked variety. Playing the field. But maybe that wasn’t because I was fickle, just that I hadn’t met someone who made me want to slow down and go deeper. Not merely live in the shallow end of the sea, but actually swim down into the depths. Really get to know someone. Their likes, dislikes.

What made her laugh and made that beautiful peachy glow come into her cheeks.

“Sherbet,” I murmured as she blinked up at me, adorably fuzzy. Soft. Warm. I’d be perfectly happy to see her spread out on the sheets, her long tawny curls flowing over the bedding as she let me bring her pleasure.

I had a feeling she hadn’t had nearly enough of that in her life either. And giving her things she wasn’t used to—whether it was ordering meals out twice in one day or multiple orgasms—was fast becoming an addiction for me.

“Dex?”

“Whatever you want, it’s up to you. We can dance, though maybe not for much longer,” I said as Ian seemed to be wrapping up his show.

Techs roamed near the stage, and he promised one last song. He had introduced the beautiful silver-haired woman off to the side as his wife, and she patted her heavily pregnant belly under her flowing rainbow-colored top.

More rainbows. More kids. I was surrounded by both lately. Shockingly, I didn’t mind it either. Kids were fun. They didn’t play head games. And they were up for adventure—just like me.

Why hadn’t I realized how cool kids were earlier? Not that I’d ever been around them. Maybe it was just Berry.

I glanced back at her mother. Just as I was beginning to wonder if my sudden interest in sticking to one woman was just Shelby.

“Yeah. I’ve had enough dancing.”

I glanced down at her heels. “I don’t know how you managed in those shoes.”

“Mind over matter.” She flashed me a quick grin and then fumbled a pair of folded slippers out of her clutch. “Ballet shoes,” she explained, bracing her hand on my shoulder as she fumbled off her heels and slipped her feet into the ballet slippers. She looped the straps of her heels around her fingers and let out a moan of pure bliss. “Much better. Now I can think.”

“The Lodge has hot tubs in some of the rooms. If your feet hurt,” I added quickly, though my first thought had not been about sore arches.

Not thinking with my eager dick was proving difficult.

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