“I can’t, it’s too…I can’t hold off.” I smile around him. It’s only been like three minutes! “Wife, if you don’t want me to—”Wife.I suck harder and he lets go. I watch every second, just like he watched me. It might be the sexiest I’ve ever felt, to see him, Mr. Casanova, Bunny Boy, the gorgeous, smooth-talking billionaire, totally lose it. Over me.
When he stills, I stand and put his boxers back. I’m about to gloat but he pulls me into him. He holds me tight, one arm locked around my back and a hand cradling my head.
“Janelle. That was…”
“Better than a kickboxing class?”
He laughs. “Absobloodylutely.” I release him but he tightens his hold on me. “Don’t run away.”
“I wasn’t.”I was.
“We need to eat.” He pulls back to look down at me but doesn’t let me go yet. “Favorite burger place?”
“Five Napkin.”
“Brilliant,” he says.
“Benedict.”
“Hm?”
“Both your hands are on my ass.”
“Finally.”
I laugh and pull away and he lets me go, then pulls up his jeans.
“Look, we, this…this probably shouldn’t be a regular thing,” I say as I bend to grab my bra.
“I passionately disagree.” He smirks, watching me get dressed, bulging arms crossed over his bare chest.
I steel myself. “I mean, obviously we have to make it a whole year, so when we get desperate for release, we can.”
“I’m desperate for release.”
“Ben! I’m serious, we can’t do this all the time! Youjusthad release.”
“Yes, well, normally I can last longer than one measly minute. I need to redeem myself. Also. You’re in the same room. So.” He shrugs.
I roll my eyes and he flinches, like he was about to reach for me but stopped himself.
“Only when we’re dying, okay? Sex just makes everything messy.”
“A secret contractual marriage for money isn’t already messy?” He shifts to lean against the counter, flexing everywhere as he goes.
“Can you put your shirt on?” I ask, which was a mistake. Because holy spreadsheets, the gloating. The absolutegleeon this man’s face. “Yes, yes, you’re super hot. Happy now?”
“Not hardly. Woman, all you ever tell me isewandgross. Let me have this.” I try to walk away and he follows me. “What was that about jeans and bare feet? And you liked how I went all alpha on that twat tonight? Can do again. Nigel looked at you once. He’s fired. Also should I get more weighted vest—”
I squeal as I jump away and close my door in his gorgeous face and call out, “Just drop my burger at the door, I’m not eating with you!”
“Fine, fine, I’ll get my shirt,” he says through a smile, walking away, it sounds like.
I laugh and slump against the door.
Looking up at the ceiling to catch my breath, the panic sets in.
Because…
