One Night With A Billionaire(49)

She moaned again. Her fingers tightened around his cock and she gave him a squeeze as his mouth nipped at her breast. “We need to talk about this marriage”

“Talk later. Breasts now.”

“But you’re not listening to me,” she said, torn between frustration and desire. “We shouldn’t be married.”

“I see nothing preventing us from the fact,” he murmured. “I want you.” His hand covered hers on his cock. “See how much I want you?” Then, his hand slipped between her rounded thighs and pushed to rest against her pussy. “And I can feel how wet you are for me.” His fingers slid along the damp seam of her. “So tell me that you don’t want me, Kylie? Because I have proof.” He lifted his hand and showed it to her, gleaming with her fluids.

She shook her head, still dazed. “We-we can’t. Cade”

“Shhh,” he murmured, pressing those damp fingers against her lips. The taste of her own salt hit her tongue, and it was strangely erotic. A gasp escaped her.

“That looks delicious,” he murmured, and leaned in, capturing her mouth with his and then lightly sucking on her lips, cleaning them of her taste. “Mmm.”

“Cade,” she moaned. Oh God, he was driving her to distraction. She couldn’t think when he was kissing her own juices off of her mouth. All she could think about was his hand on her pussy again, or her hand on his cock. And even though it was wrong and she shouldn’t want him to touch her, she positively ached deep inside for him.

“Condoms,” he murmured, kissing her jaw, her neck, and then pulling away reluctantly. “We need condoms.” He leaned over the bed, giving her a gorgeous view of his long, lean, tanned body, and her hand gripping his length as if she were holding on for dear life. He pulled a drawer open on the bedside table and then cursed. “I know I have more condoms around here somewhere.” He sat up and kissed her quickly. “Be right back.”

Then, extracting himself from her grip, he hopped up and headed across the suite to the bathroom, tight ass flexing as he moved.

The moment he left the room, reality set in. What on earth was she doing? They needed to annul this thing and forget it ever happened. The last thing she needed was to have sex with him again. It was supposed to be one freaking night, damn it. She was never going to keep things from Daphne at this rate. She was going to lose her job at this rate.

And . . . then what? Mooch off of Cade? Let him think she was a gold digger? Become his burden?

Her stomach clenched hard at that.

She heard him rummaging in the bathroom. “Just a moment,” he called out. “I know it’s here somewhere.”

Her jeans were pooled by the bed and she grabbed them and slid them on, shoving her feet into her flip-flops. She grabbed her shirt, hauled it overhead, snagged her purse, and ran for the door, closing it quietly behind her.

So she was a chicken and was going to run away. So what? She told herself Cade was a nice guy. That he’d understand why she needed to get away. Why she needed to get away so fast that she’d abandon him in a petting session and leave behind bra and panties. She frantically hammered at the button on the elevator, glancing back at the hotel door. Come on, come on.

It dinged an endless moment later just as she heard her name shouted. “Kylie?”

Fuck. The doors opened and an elderly couple stood there, blinking at her. She must look like a sight, breasts jiggling from a lack of a bra, shirt stained, hair a bedhead nest. Cheeks burning, she quickly punched the Door Close button over and over again.

As they began to slide shut, Cade’s door opened and he sprinted out into the hall, holding an unbuttoned pair of slacks at his waist. Her eyes met his as the doors closed, and she mouthed a quick Sorry.

But they didn’t close fast enough for her not to see the flare of anger in his eyes.

Then, it was shut and the elevator was heading down. She punched the lobby button and took a deep, shuddering breath, determined not to cry.

Cade would eventually figure out this was better for both of them. He really would. Right now he was just dazzled by easy sex. He’d come to his senses and then they could talk sensibly about an annulment and no one would be the wiser.

Once the elevator hit the lobby, Kylie sprinted for the doors. She was terrified at the thought of seeing a half-dressed Cade coming down the stairs and got into the first cab she saw out front. “Drive,” she bellowed. “Please, just drive.”

Click went the meter, and then she’d escaped. She was home free. With a sigh, Kylie looked in the rearview window, but there was no Cade waiting on the sidewalk, watching her leave. That was good, she told herself. She gave the driver the address to her hotel and tried to fix her appearance with a comb and a bit of makeup during the ride back.