Page 54 of The Billionaire

His soft lips on the pulse of my wrist held me captivated. I started to get lost in his words.

“Do I need to take our dessert to our suite and show you how good you and I are together as a reminder of what you’d be missing out on…studying and drinking tea...when you could be dining with me eating the finest of foods and drinking wine. And might I say, the finest of loving?” His sensual lips and hot tongue sent shivers and all I could think about in that moment was to say, of course, yes.

I could skip studying for once this weekend. I could stay the weekend and then break it to him on Sunday that I needed to go home.

A small smile crept across my face that expanded as big as the golden gate bridge. “I think you just may.” I heard myself say.

“That’s what I like to see, those gorgeous pearly whites of yours. You see, I have this feeling about you McKenzie. And I’m pretty intuitive. I feel like there’s a very naughty side inside of this prim, composed, med student in front of me. Inside, is a wild goddess begging to be freed. And begging to be doted after. Adored. Loved. I just know it. I can see it.”

I grew very hot down there. I swallowed down the voice of the wild McKenzie, as he so adequately called her, and bid her to stay at bay.

Oh, billionaires. They think they can get anything they want. But my smile didn’t fade. I guess I could give him the weekend, at least. But that was all. After all, I didn’t dare voice how I secretly wondered if I would be disposed of once he had a few savory sexual encounters with me. Not yet anyway.

“A weekend.” How harmless can a weekend be?

Yet as his fingers trailed my skin and I stared out into the ocean, a picturesque setting, something told me this would be the weekend of my life, one that I’d never forget.

“Oh come on babe. Stay with me for the week.”

I shrugged and made a teasing face.

“Okay, I’m going to make you have the weekend of your life so you’ll just be itching to call in sick for a week. Just you wait.”

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