When the tour ended, the billionaire turned to Ilse and caught her staring at him. “What is it?”
She shook her head self-consciously. “N-nothing.” But she was lying. Right now, she felteverything,and when the billionaire took a step closer to her, it was like having the sun reaching out to her.
“It doesn’t look nothing,” the billionaire commented, his gaze narrowing at her face. “You look like you’re about to throw up.”
A rare giggle escaped her. Oh, the things he would say, if he knew that realizing how much he meant to her made Ilse want to puke.
“Somethingiswrong,” the billionaire said all of a sudden, his tone abrupt and decisive.
“W-why do you say so?”
“Because you’re not the type to giggle.”
Oh!
And she couldn’t help it. She giggled again, but it wasn’t enough. And before she realized what she wanted to do, she was already doing it—-
The billionaire grunted as Ilse suddenly threw herself at him, and he stiffened when she planted her mouth directly on his lips.
What the—-
When she tried to pull away, he had recovered from his shock, and instead of letting her go, he simply hefted her up, and her silken limbs wrapped around him.
“This is shameless.” Ilse started to giggle again, and he couldn’t imagine hearing anything lovelier.
“Indubitably.”
She shook her head. “You’re trying to turn me on, aren’t you?”
“I prefer to call it an ‘amatory inducement—-’”
She started laughing. “And now you’re just showing off.”
“I knew it,” he said with a sigh. “You just know me so well it’s pretty obvious how much you love me.”
Oh! Ilse hid her face against his neck. That was so sly of him!
“Cat got your tongue?” he teased.
“Maybe.” Her arms tightened around him, and deciding she should give him a little dose of his own medicine, she whispered, “But really, all I can think now is how long you’re going to make me wait before we can become naked—-”
The billionaire stiffened, and then very carefully, he said, “Ilse?”
She interpreted that as,What the fuck are you suggesting,and her lips curving, she whispered to his ear, “We’ve been going out for three weeks, but all you do is kiss me.”
“Because I was giving you time,” he snarled.
“But I don’t want time.” Her tone was plaintive. “I just want you.” She nipped his neck and she spoke, and that was it.
The billionaire knocked rapidly on the first sex window he reached, and as luck would have it, Ilse’s friend Charlene was the one who opened the door.
The other woman gasped when she saw who her visitors were.Was this what she thought it was?
As the billionaire allowed a giggling Ilse to slide to her feet, he saw the look in the other woman’s eyes, and his lips twitched. “No, it’s not what you think. This isn’t a prelude to a threesome.”
“That’s too bad.” Charlene’s tone was properly disappointed, but her eyes were twinkling with amusement. “Especially since I know this young woman’s a virgin—-”
“Charlene!”
