Page 70 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

“Oh.” Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Come on.” Before I can question myself, I take her hand in mine.

The touch is intense, sending a flash of forbidden desire through my body. I lead her to the couch, where we take seats on opposite ends of it.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yes.” All I know right now is that I need to make sure she’s good. I need to please her and make her happy.

Forget about everything else that’s happened between us. Forget about how we want different things in life, and forget about the shade that’s been thrown in both directions.

This quiet evening with Leah has awoken something in me. I need to care for her like I need to breathe air.

Drawing her feet into my lap, I begin to rub her heel, enjoying the softness of her skin.

“Oh, wow.” She closes her eyes and leans back as if she’s soaking in the quiet bliss of my ministrations. As if my touch has pushed the tension right out of her.

“Feel good?” I ask.

A soft moan of pleasure is all I get in response, but it makes me smile with pride.

I push my fingers up the soft, round curve of her foot, and Leah sighs happily. Moving to the other foot, I repeat the motion.

Her eyes are closed, her face calm. The tension has disappeared, replaced by serenity.

I move higher. She gasps as I work the balls of her feet, my fingers pushing into her flesh, kneading the muscles.

I gently work my way up her calf, sinews hard beneath my fingers.

“Oh, yes,” she whispers, her eyes closed.

I do the same to the other leg, going back and forth between the two. I massage her arches, then her heels, then the toes.

She’s not the only one enjoying it. It feels good for me too, in a way I can’t quite put words to.

Time must pass, but I’m barely aware of it. We’re lost in this moment, shut away from the rest of the world. After I’m not sure how long, Leah’s eyes open, her gaze warm with gratitude.

Our eyes meet, and I stare at her, wondering how I can care so deeply for this woman who offers me nothing that I planned for.

“How are you feeling now?” I ask, hopeful.

“Better.” Her voice is gentle. “Much better.”

“Good.”

Her gaze softens, and heat enters it. The air between us becomes charged, and I feel magnetically drawn to her.

I need to be closer. Pressed against her body close. Her lips soft on mine.

Suddenly, she breaks eye contact. “It’s getting late.”

My stomach drops. “Right. I should go.”

She doesn’t look at me but nods.

My insides twist into knots. God, what the hell was I just thinking? That the two of us would get freaky right here on the couch?

And then what? Everything would magically no longer be complicated? We would wake up the next morning and be on the same page?

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