Page 7 of Blind Date with the Billionaire

An electric charge passes between us.

Moisture seeps into my panties.

I try my best not to leap up and break into a happy dance on top of the bar. My internal voice is screaming, “Yes, yes! A thousand times, yes!” (Phew, my internal voice is a hooker and a half tonight.) And yet, I don’t answer right away.

I’m a lady.

I take a few seconds to appreciate the moment.

I want to commit everything to memory.

It isn’t every day that you sit there with damp panties after accidentally meeting up with your high school crush who, who, let’s be real, is more swoon-worthy now than all the Johnny Castles, Tony Maneros, Ren McCormacks, and my other youth idols combined. Not only that, but judging by that kiss, he seems as interested in me as I am in him.

He must have read the answer in my eyes because Dillan pulls out his wallet and slips a few bills on the table.

“You’re probably one of the few men who know where the clit is.”

Jeez. I really hope I didn’t say that out loud.

“Oh, I know where it is.”

Flashing me that knee-buckling smile, he slides off the stool. He extends his muscular arm when I stand, and with a thrill of excitement, I link mine around his.

As he leads me from the restaurant, he places a strong hand over mine, and I’m suddenly extremely glad I agreed to that blind date. Mrs. Loughty, you’re a gem!

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My dick roars with excitement at the idea of feeling her smooth skin under my fingertips. I want to see her mouth open when pleasure leaves her speechless, and more than anything, I want to be the man who ignites that ecstasy in her. I want to hear the soft sigh escaping her lips when I lick her clit, and I’m eager for my name tumbling from her lips when she comes under me.

The energy between us is even more intense than it was when we were younger.

She’s glowing.

Pulling her into that kiss had been an impulse reaction.

While I could have easily just slid my arm around her to put on the innocent show she’d begged for, I couldn’t help myself.

Her lips had been far too inviting.

Don’t get me wrong, I left plenty of room for her to pull away if she liked—but deep down, I wanted to leave no doubt in her mind that she was there with one man, and one man only. Me.

It worked—except I didn’t expect my decision to backfire.

That one kiss gripped me, body and soul.

“Remember how you called me the hottest guy in school?” I chuckle after I hand my keys to the valet, who rushes off to get my car.

Lizzie’s eyes go wide. “Oh, my God. You remember that? Why do you remember that, of all things?”

“Lizzie, no guy could forget that. I strutted around like a king for weeks after, but hey, let’s keep it between us, all right?”

“Got it! No rumors, no leaks, top-secret status granted—not a word will escape these lips.”

At the mention of her lips, my gaze instinctively drops, lingering momentarily on the curve and softness that has become an irresistible attraction.

Desire washes over me, and my hand twitches, aching to touch her.

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