Page 208 of The Rebel Billionaire

“Let’s eat,” he says, breaking the moment and moving us to the picnic blanket and feast. “Champagne?”

* * *

After we’ve finished, I drop back and stare up at the enormous ceiling.

“Magical,” I say, turning towards the wonderful man beside me. “Thank you, Alex. I’ll never forget tonight.”

I know whatever the future holds, this is a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life.

“It’s not over yet. We still have a night sleeping under a blue whale,” he says, jumping up and holding out a hand.

I sit up and grin. “I thought you were kidding?”

He shakes his head, his expression growing serious and his voice solemn, although his eyes are full of mirth.

“Really? We’re doing this?”

I take his outstretched hand, allowing him to pull me up.

“Would I kid about something as important as sleeping under the blue whale?”

* * *

Sleeping on a camp bed in the middle of a draughty old museum is not for the faint of heart. Maybe it would have been fine when I was ten, but at twenty-four…

“Are you asleep?” A whispered voice breaks through my thoughts.

“No,” I whisper back. “Want to snuggle?”

Alex laughs.

“Sorry,” he says. “It’s just the way you said snuggle.”

“Don’t knock it, buster. I like to snuggle, and I didn’t hear you complaining last night.”

“I’ll never complain. I love having you snuggled up against me.”

Something deep in my chest shifts. Alex loves sex, and he’s not the only one. I’m fast becoming addicted… although it’s only with this man. But there’s something more. It’s the connectedness, the closeness when we’re together.

I hear him unzip his sleeping bag and can’t resist. Dragging myself out of my own, I pad over to where he’s lying. He grins up at me as I slide in next to him, pressing myself against his hard body as he re-zips the bag behind me. It’s a tight fit, but who am I to complain as his arms wrap around me?

“Is that better?” he whispers against my hair.

“Much,” I say, snuggling against his chest and hooking one leg over his.

He stifles a moan, but I feel it rumble through his chest.

“Sorry,” I say, tipping my head back and glancing up at him, his cock hardening between us.

“Don’t be, just don’t wriggle too much,” he moans. “He’s used to having you whenever he wants outside the office.”

I laugh, but my body sings with awareness and desire.

“I can’t believe you organised all this,” I say, placing my lips against his throat. “This has been…”

“Do you want to stay or go?” he asks suddenly.

“I want to go, but only because I can’t be here with you and not show you how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me tonight…”