Page 12 of The Billionaire's Most Unexpected Triplets

My jaw drops.

I’ve never seen anything like what I’m looking at now. At least not in person.

The house is easily the size of a small hotel, and it looks like it’s straight out of a magazine. The two-story columns framing the entrance are as tall as trees, and the windows are large enough to show off the chandeliers hanging inside. It’s opulent and beautiful and clearly very expensive.

Before I can even think about moving, Jack parks his car and walks around to open my door. He takes my hand and leads me up the steps to the front door. As he opens it, he gestures for me to go inside.

“Ladies first,” he says with a smile.

I walk inside and gasp. The entryway is cavernous, with high ceilings and marble floors. The walls are lined with modern paintings, and there’s a grand staircase leading up to the second floor. I’m not sure if I’ve walked into a house or a museum.

“Wow,” I say, turning to Jack. “This place is amazing.”

“Thank you.” His eyes sparkle, and I flush all over. “I’m glad you like it.”

He takes my hand again and leads me further into the house, our footsteps echoing. As we walk, I can’t help but feel a little intimidated. This isn’t my world, not by a long shot. But Jack seems at ease, like he belongs in this kind of luxury.

It’s almost crazy, a house this big for one person. Then again, I bet he has loads of staff bustling around the place during the day.

Right now, though, it’s quiet, no one in sight.

He leads me into a large living room with plush sofas and floor-to-ceiling windows. The view is breathtaking, and I stand there distracted by it while Jack walks over to a bar and pulls out two glasses.

“What can I make you?” he asks, looking over his shoulder.

“Um, just a vodka soda, please,” I say, feeling a little overwhelmed.

He nods and mixes two drinks, then sits down on the couch next to me. We sip our drinks in silence, both of us taking in the view.

A sensual tension flows between us, and the heat in my core is building. I felt nervous driving here and then walking into the house, but now pure desire is taking over.

I’ve never been with a man as attractive as Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever even set eyes on someone as attractive as him. And now here I am, the opportunity of a lifetime in front of me, my body aching to be pressed against his.

“Will you show me the rest of the house?” I put my drink down on a coffee table.

“Of course.” Something like mischief dances in his eyes — or maybe it’s purely that.

He leads me from the living room to a hallway and then out back. A deck leads down to an infinity pool that’s been cut into the hillside, and the view is even more spectacular from here. The city sparkles at our feet, and the lights from the pool cast long shadows across the yard.

“Do you like to swim?” he asks.

“I do.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Or maybe it’s how this whole night feels like something out of someone else’s life. Either way, I feel free, capable of doing things I never have before. Things I never thought of doing.

Kicking off my heels, I undo my dress and step out of it. Jack’s eyes are wide, his hands in his pockets as I walk toward the pool in nothing but my bra and panties.

I dive into the deep end, letting the cool water envelop me. Breaking the surface, I slick water back from my face and grin at him.

Except he’s not there. He’s gone.

Confused, I turn around to look for him. There’s a splash, and a second later he pops to the surface right next to me.

“There you are,” I say with a laugh.

“Here I am.” He chuckles, swimming toward me in only his boxers.

We meet in the middle and it’s like the collision of two stars. Our bodies press together, the water making our movements fluid and effortless. His body is warm against mine, a delicious contrast to the cool water surrounding us.

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