The Billionaire’s Forbidden Desire(62)

He thought for a moment, chin in hand, then dialed Benjamin Clark. He needed a dossier on his accident ASAP, and nobody could get it faster than the family’s PI. After the beep, Dane left specific instructions for the PI to follow.

Once he was finished, he pressed a corner of his phone against his temple. Then he noticed Sophia’s purse and texted a few orders to the concierge service his family used.

It was already one o’clock; sleep was the next order of business. There was nothing more to do until Benjamin got back to him.

But he couldn’t force himself to go back to bed. His muscles were too tense, and his nerves wouldn’t settle. So many horrific possibilities were rattling around in his head. And no matter how he sliced and diced it, things didn’t end well.





Chapter Twenty-Six


Sophia awoke, and opened her eyes blearily. The bedside clock glowed 03:10. She turned over…then realized Dane wasn’t there. She reached out a hand; his side of the bed was cool.

For a moment, she’d thought he’d left, but this was his home. She shrugged into a robe she found in the master bathroom and went to the living room. The table was cleared of everything, and she frowned. Had Dane gotten up to clean up?

Then she heard it—a soft whirring and dull rhythmic slapping of rubber against rubber. Following the sound, she opened the door to another room. It was a home gym with a dark night view of Los Angeles. Dane was on a treadmill, facing the window and running. Sweat dripped down his bare torso in rivulets. Three empty sports drink bottles lay on the floor.

His motions were pure art, his biomechanics perfect. He would’ve made a great athlete if that had been his passion.

But his expression… It wasn’t that of a man enjoying himself, or even someone merely focused on exercise. Desperation and something else she couldn’t identify showed in his eyes.

He noticed her and stopped the machine. “What are you doing here, Sophia? Did the sound wake you up?”

She shook her head. “I just woke up.” She handed him a towel from the built-in rack. “Why are you running at this hour? Didn’t you say we have to get up early?”

“Sorry. Couldn’t sleep.”

His tone was too casual, too cool. Something must’ve been bothering him, but she couldn’t begin to guess.

“Are you upset I said no to Paris?” she said, trying for levity. “Ask me again, and I just might say yes.”

Just as she’d hoped, he smiled. “You don’t have to go someplace you don’t like just for me.”

You shouldn’t say such sweet things, she thought. It was harder to keep her heart locked if he wasn’t even slightly selfish.

She held his hand. “Let’s shower and go to bed.”

“The two of us? I’m sweaty, but you seem okay.”

“It’ll save water, and I won’t have to do it in the morning.”

She gave him an impish smile as she pulled him toward the master bathroom. He didn’t resist. Dumping their clothes on the tiled floor, they walked into a huge glass stall with multiple chrome showerheads, and soon warm water was cascading down their naked bodies. He poured some kind of green shampoo into his hands and washed her hair, massaging her scalp. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. It felt good…too good actually.

He rinsed her hair and washed her body this time, paying particular attention to her breasts. His soapy thumb brushed over her hardened nipple. She gasped as slick heat started pooling between her legs again.

“Bad boy,” she murmured. “You’re supposed to make yourself clean.” She pumped body soap into her hands and rubbed it all over his hard body. A faint scent of pine and spices filled the stall. “I’m going to smell like your soap.”

“I like that,” he said against her wet neck, his tongue lapping at the water droplets.

“So do I.” She reached down and fisted his hard cock.

A breath hissed out of him, and he pumped into her hand. She ran her thumb over the slit at the tip. The slick precum coated her skin. What would he be like in her mouth?

Almost instinctively, she dropped to her knees. The strong column of his neck worked as he looked down at her, his eyes bright.

She flicked her tongue over the bulbous head. “You know, I just realized I never got to taste you.” Her hand wrapped around his shaft. It was so thick and long, she couldn’t believe it fit her so perfectly. “And you got to have me twice.” She dragged a fingernail along the underside of his cock. “Hardly seems fair.”

She pulled the head into her mouth, working her tongue over it like a lollipop. He made a low guttural sound and wrapped her wet hair around his fist. She wondered for a moment if he was going to try to have her mouth at his pace, but he kept himself in check.