One Night With A Billionaire(56)

Panting, he watched as her fingers moved over the streams of cum he’d left on her face, delicately wiping them away. Then she licked her fingers clean. And . . . God. He’d never seen a woman do that.

The image would be burned into his mind forever. Her savoring him. Savoring his spend that he’d spread all over her gorgeous mouth and tongue and chin.

“Jesus,” he murmured.

There was no fucking way he was divorcing her now.





THIRTEEN





Okay, janitor closet was going to officially go down as the weirdest place Kylie had ever had sex. She shouldn’t have done that. Shouldn’t have gone down on Cade, because it was going to send him mixed signals. And yet . . . she was feeling pretty damn good at the moment. Her mouth tasted of Cade and sex, and her pussy was damp and she was feeling replete down to her bones.

Feeling like the queen of bad decisions? Absolutely. But replete? Definitely.

Kylie dragged her skirt out of her belt and straightened it again. She glanced around the floor but couldn’t find her panties. “Do you know where my underwear went?”

“I think we need to talk,” Cade told her in a low voice, tucking his cock back into his pants and then adjusting his belt.

“We can talk later. I should probably dress and get back out there before anyone knows I’m missing. But I really need to find my panties.” Had she flung them off when he’d offered to put his face between her legs? It was entirely plausible. Which meant she needed to find them before some poor janitor uncovered them later. She stepped around Cade and peered into one of the buckets nearby. No panties.

“Kylie,” Cade said, and his hand grabbed her wrist. “Look at me.”

She frowned and looked over at him. “What?”

“We need to talk about you and me.” His eyes were bright in his face, his mouth full and red from going down on her. And his gorgeous blond curls were mussed. He was frowning at her, too.

“What do you mean, talk about you and me?” She pulled her hand free from his grip. “There is no you and me, despite . . . this.” She gestured at the closet, her face hot with a blush.

He stilled. “You’re really going to start that again? After what we just had? After you begged me to put my mouth on you?” He grabbed a fistful of her skirt. “You want me to show you again just how much there’s a you and me? Because I’m quite willing to plant my face between your thighs again and not come up until dawn.”

She had to clench her thighs together to keep from shivering at the thought. Instead, she jerked her skirt out of his hands. “Stop it.”

“Or what?” His mouth was harder than she’d ever seen it before. “You’ll break up with me? You’re already trying to ditch me. Your threats hold no weight. But I’m tired of trying to be nice and play by the rules with you, Kylie. I tried to give you space. Except the more space I give you, the further you push me away. So I’m not giving you space any longer. I’m taking space from you.”

Oh no. “What are you talking about?”

His smile was cold. “Apparently I only get my way with you if I’m a bastard. So I guess I’ll be a bastard.” He leaned in. “You’re going to finish work tonight, and then you’re coming home. With me. And we’re going to fuck until dawn and I’m going to make you come a dozen times, and then we’re going to sleep in the same bed like a married couple does.”

“No.”

“You don’t get to tell me no anymore, Kylie. I want you. And if I want something, I get it.”

“Really?” she retorted. “You didn’t get Daphne.”

He stilled, and for a moment, Kylie wondered if she’d pushed things too far.

“I didn’t mean that,” she amended swiftly.

“You did,” he told her, and his mouth flashed in a brief smile again. “Here’s the thing, though. Maybe I’m starting to realize I didn’t want Daphne half as much as I thought I did, because the thought of her brushing me off doesn’t bother me. The thought of you brushing me off makes me go crazy.” His gaze raked over her, and she felt scorched. “So. Tonight, you work. Then we leave together.”

“Absolutely not.”

He shrugged. “Then I go out and announce to everyone that we’re fucking. You think I care if Daphne gets mad at me? More than that, you think Daph will be mad at me or at you?”

She knew the answer to that. “That is so freaking unfair.”

“It is. And I don’t even care.” He grinned. “And it’s going to work, isn’t it? Because one of us cares very much if this information gets out, and one of us does not.”