Page 98 of Her Billionaire Bargain (Kensington Square)

On purpose, I made my voice sound teasing, but I wasn’t referring to sex. Pretty sure there wasn’t anything there that was off-limits.

But all these wedding jokes were freaking me out. What was boggling me the most was thathedidn’t seem vexed. What was that all about? No matter how laid-back he was, there had to be a point where it was too much.

“Too late there, Ms. Wilde. I’m having all kinds of ideas about you.” He gripped a handful of my hair and tugged it back just hard enough to send a frisson of awareness right to my nipples. “Trust me, I’ll make sure you enjoy them.”

TWENTY-ONE

Shelby was tryingto act natural and failing miserably. There was only one thing left to do.

I needed to make her come hard enough she forgot to worry about, well, everything.

“At least it’s not a school night, so getting used to the new bedroom shouldn’t be a big deal.” Shelby was making notes where she sat on the chaise lounge in the master bedroom’s seating area. I couldn’t wait for the Victorian-style furniture to be retired in favor of something actually comfortable to sit on.

Not that she probably paid it any mind. She was sitting upright and making notes at a speed that caused my hand to cramp in sympathy.

“The bed is plenty comfortable,” I offered.

She lifted her head and pinned me in her glare. Yes, I happened to be on the bed, but as it was mine, its comfort was nothing new.

“I meant Berry’s in the guest bedroom.”

“Oh. Good.” Back to note-taking at Mach speed.

Murder averted. At least tonight.

“What are you working on?” I asked in as casual a voice as I could muster.

I was not going to seem like the kind of man who wasn’t supportive of my woman’s career. Of course I was, even on the occasions I wasn’t going to personally benefit from it. I just wanted another sort of benefit now, especially when I’d loaned Berry my best headphones so she could watch something on YouTube before bed.

Parental controls carefully checked beforehand. Go me.

“On someone’s large project. You might know him. Someone who insists on basically tearing down everything to the studs and donating most of the current furnishings for the very large tax write-offs.”

“Not just for tax write-offs.” I undid my tie and looped it over the spindle of the four-poster bed before rising to cross the room to her chaise. Not that she so much as lifted her head. “I know someone else might even like this stuff.”

She kept scribbling, head bent, her long hair draping across her cheek. “I left a stack of magazines in the living room, just for you to get an idea of possibilities. I also have lots of other images you can peruse through when you have some free time—what are you doing?” She looked up as I guided her sweater off her shoulders and down her arms.

“You looked warm.” I folded it and set it on the antique bench at the foot of the bed before turning back to remove her pumps. I set them aside then returned to nudge up her skirt so I could roll off her thigh-highs. One glimpse of her red satin panties caused me to make a sound of approval in my throat. “I like those.”

“Which those are you referring to?”

Was I imagining the husky quality of her voice? She hadn’t even removed her reading glasses yet. She’d just straightened her posture to watch me slowly undress her.

As if I was meant to do her bidding.

“Your panties. You know you wore them for me.” I gestured to her outfit, the same skirt now paired with a simple top and a cardigan—now removed.

“I didn’t change my skirt when I went home.”

“But I still bet you changed your underwear.” I drew my fingers up the inside of her legs, swallowing a groan at her obvious shudder as her thighs parted so easily for me. “What about your bra? Same or different?”

“I always match my sets, so I changed both.” She swallowed audibly. “I don’t know why.”

“You wanted to feel sexier. But you can’tnotbe sexy to me. Impossible. Though I gotta say…” I paused to work her panties down her legs, nearly swallowing my tongue at the fresh trim of the golden curls guarding her pussy. “I prefer you naked most of all.”

“Same goes. Though yet again, you’re doing me first. Uh-uh, not this time.” She waited until I tossed her panties and skirt aside then scooted across the chaise, stretching her legs on either side as she sat at the end to undo my pants. Her movements were seductively economical though I didn’t miss the fine tremor in her hands as she tugged at my button and zipper.

Or the hiss of her breath as she freed me from my boxer briefs and gave me a long, thorough stroke that made me groan despite my efforts to not make noise.

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