Page 25 of The Billionaire's Obsession

He walked toward me, looking like a Bond hero emerging from the sea. His white shirt was see-through, sticking to every perfect muscle on his torso, and his face was open and relaxed. I could have stared at him for hours. Maybe I really could take up human sculpture, with such a model.

“I’m sorry for messing up the pool,” I said. Probably full dressed people weren’t meant to get into it.

“Don’t be, it’s your house.”

“Excuse me?”

He floated in the water just before my legs. His blue eyes looked the same colour as the water.

“It’s your house, bought and paid for. The deed is in your name.”

“I don’t know what to say to that.” And I’d thought him paying my rent after taking my virginity had been embarrassing. I didn’t know what the fuck to feel about this.

“How about thank you,” he teased me, ducking to the side as I kicked water at him.

“It’s your payment for making Uncle Charlie so happy, which was your job, and for reminding me that there’s more to life than work.” His grin was undiminished.

“Yeah, because the going rate for that is a million-dollar house.”

“Know your worth, Riley.” Then his expression grew more serious. “Before I met you, I was drowning. I had no air. I’d lost sight of the surface. You brought me back. You saved me, sweetheart. Let me save you.”

“I–I don’t know what to say.”

He nodded. “That’s ok. You don’t have to say anything or accept anything. It’s done.”

He swam closer to me, his hands landing on my bare knees. He slowly pushed my knees apart and stepped between. I only had a skirt on, and now my panties were bared to Cole’s eyes.

“What happens now?”

“Now, you ask me to live with you, because I’ve fallen head over fucking heels for you and the last few days have been torture without you.”

I laughed, happiness feeling light and bubbly in my chest. He was crazy.

“Live together, after knowing each other for a few weeks?”

“Hmmm.” He slid a wet finger over the front of my panties, soaking them through, then leaned in and kissed up my thigh. I shivered, falling back on my elbows.

“Shall we just cut to the chase and get married then?”

“Cole!” My protest was strangled when he hooked a finger around the elastic of my panties and tugged it aside. His face pressed against me, and his tongue licked a long, hot stripe up the center of me, burrowing between my folds to find my clit.

I arched my back, and protests flew from my head. I couldn’t keep my arguments intact when he was licking at me with such enthusiasm. His tongue lathed my clit, and he eased a long finger inside me. It was embarrassing how fast I came. One minute he pumped that thick finger in and out of me, circling my clit with an insistent tongue, and the next I was coming apart in his mouth. He held onto my hip as I tried to wriggle away from the sensations, the pulsing of pleasure too much.

“Just so you know, there are condoms in the bedroom. A plethora of protection, just for us,” he said as I floated back down from the heights he had shot me to.

“Someone’s prepared,” I mused, watching Cole boost himself out of the pool. Water cascaded from him. His body was ridiculously hot with wet clothes plastered to every muscle.

“Damn right this time. I’ve got the protection, I’ve got the ring, I’ve got the house, hell there’s even a fully done out studio around the side,” he ripped his shirt off and then went for his pants. I stared as he stripped naked by the pool, before his words registered.

“A studio?” I cried as he pulled me up and pressed against me.

“I knew you’d like that more than the ring,” he grinned, and then picked me up.

“Hey! You don’t have to carry me over the threshold. We’re not newlyweds,” I laughed as he bust into the house and headed down a warmly lit corridor, barely giving me any time to look around.

“Not yet, no, but soon.” His look was so concentrated as he carried me, and his face was so dear. I’d missed it so much. I traced my fingertip along his square jaw and then over his soft lips.

“What if I want a tour first?”

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