Page 52 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

“No. I just didn’t notice her that way. She’s barely twenty. And she hasn’t tripped into my bed.” I shifted her to face me, tilting up her chin. “You’re jealous. Why?”

“Why?” she repeated. “Have you looked at yourself? I’m sure you have to beat them off with sticks. Even me. I don’t do this.” She waved her hand around herself. “I don’t impulsively ask men to spend the night with me. Or the hour. Or whatever it turns out to be.”

“Good. I’m glad. I seriously doubt you were so bowled over by that glimpse of my physique last weekend, but if that weakened you in my direction, I’ll take it.”

“You don’t think it was your mad skills on the dance floor?”

“Could be all of the above. I’m supremely gifted in many areas. As you’re about to find out, assuming you don’t rip all my hair out if I try to go down on you.” I flicked her nose as she flushed. “Never can be sure with you. Part of why I like you.”

“What’s the other part?” she asked quietly, lowering her gaze to right about level with my Adam’s apple.

“That you put your child above every single other thing, including your own enjoyment. Says a lot about a person. You’re so worried about not doing anything out of line. You have morals. Rules for living. You’re honorable and smart and beautiful and—”

“An occasionally shrewish pain in the ass?”

“You said it, I didn’t. But there’s room for improvement for all of us.” I brushed her hair back from her face. “You’ll be happy to know Kate’s designation in my phone book is a dog face emoji. No Pink Pantsuit Hottie for her.”

She grinned. “You really liked that pink pantsuit. I only grabbed it on a whim. I just wanted to look professional for my parent-teacher meeting before I—”

I gripped her chin and tipped her mouth up to mine, taking it with my own with every bit of the hunger I’d banked earlier. She moaned, the sound filled with lust tinged with relief.

Finally.

I felt the same, and it wasn’t even that we’d known each other long. Just something about having her against me, her full breasts pressed to my chest, her capable hands clutching the lapels of my jacket, her tongue playfully teasing mine…it all felt brand-new and exciting but also somehow familiar. I wanted to chase these feelings, to hear more of her moans.

To know what her face looked like when she came.

“Dex,” she whispered, not even fully pulling back, just sucking down air in between our desperate kisses. No more hesitation here. “You have to promise me.”

“Anything.”

“This won’t change our…working…that we will work, it still will happen, right?” She nipped my lower lip and my cock reared against my zipper so forcefully that she looked down with widened eyes. “Is that a yes?” Choked laughter filled her breathless question.

“That’s a he really wants inside you.”

She lifted her head, eyes so wide I might’ve thought her a virgin if I hadn’t known better. It had just been a really long time for her, so no matter what I needed, this was about her. Period. “This has nothing to do with the renovation. As far as I’m concerned, we’re two different people in this room tonight. Nothing will change and I’ll sign the papers on Monday.” I ran my fingertip over her damp lower lip.

Seeing her wet from me was ridiculously arousing. And that was just from a kiss. I wanted more.

Wanted all.

“Promise me, Dex.”

Her eyes were so heavy, filled with so many doubts. I had to ease them. Had to make this worth her while and prove myself worthy of her trust.

“I promise, baby. What do you like?” I asked before moving my wet fingertip from her lip to the deep vee in her dress.

I’d noticed her tugging at it more than once, as if she wasn’t used to dressing this way. Revealing much of anything even if it was mostly shadows and curves. But that mere hint of her shape was more tantalizing than a bikini.

I followed my finger with my mouth, dipping my tongue under the edge of the material and then sliding downward to tease the edge of her lacy bra. I nudged the strap of her dress out of the way, inadvertently pulling down the cup of her bra with it. Her tight peachy nipple popped free, and I captured it with my mouth, sucking strongly while she palmed my head and made the most erotic breathy noises I’d ever heard.

“I like that,” she offered, massaging the back of my neck while she impatiently shoved down the other strap of her dress and freed her other breast, as well.

I had to grin around her breast in my mouth. “Message received. Can I take it off?”

She swallowed hard and drew back from me to hike up the dress entirely. She drew it up over her head, wiggling in a sexy striptease that had me pressing on my cock to get it to behave. She tossed the dress on the bed and faced me with her bra twisted beneath her breasts, pushing them up and out, her puckered peach nipples just begging for my mouth. Her tiny silky bikini underwear cupped between her legs, covered with…fireworks?

Catching the direction of my gaze, she flicked her nail under the waistband. “Memorial Day theme. I started amusing myself with themed lingerie sets a couple years ago. Not sure why, they just made me laugh. See?” She turned and then looked at me under her lashes over her shoulder. “Statue of Liberty on my—”

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