Page 16 of The Billionaire's Naughty List

He swipes the towel down his face, over his chest, and then those dark eyes lock with mine. My stomach does a somersault.

"Up," he mutters, scooping me up.

I scramble up into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist, and for a moment, the world stands still. The gravity of the situation thrums heavy in my veins. The taste of him is fresh on my tongue and we're naked.

"You'll never have to worry about that again." His expression is completely serious.

"Promise?" The word comes out softer, more naïve than I intended.

"Cross my heart."

We stare at each other for another beat. His scruff is growing in. And his hair is a little on the long side. Time for a trim. He's got a guy that comes to his office once a month.

I know all these things and yet, it all feels so new. Shakey and wondrous.

I've studied his lips covertly. Now I can stare openly.

I swear he's thinking the same thing because he stares at my lips even though he could be kissing them. And when I grin at him, he smiles back.

Then he's on the move, long legs eating up the space to the spacious bedroom.

"Tell me you want this,” he says. “Once I lay you down, I don't think I'll be strong enough to pry myself off of you again."

I tighten my legs, using the leverage to grind myself against his cock. He groans and I smile, feeling light and powerful again. "If you lay me down, I don't know that I'll let you out of that bed for days. We have a lot to make up for."

There's a quick inhale, followed by a hearty groan that sends a tingle across my skin. "You can't say things like that, Lily."

"Why not?" I rake my fingers through his hair, reveling in the ability to touch him.

Is this all a dream? Where I finally get to live out my fantasy? My most forbidden desires?

Emotions flash across his face. A face I know as well as my own. He's got laugh lines, which I love, and that salt and pepper thing going on that makes me swoony.

Confusion, desire, awe, and fierce need flick like changing TV channels through me.

"I'm going to be honest with you?—"

"You'd better?—"

"From here on out?—"

"No more secrets, Elliot. No more half truths. I can't take it."

There's a long pause and in those precious seconds, I feel everything shift. From candy coated fantasy to real and serious. It's wild to be having this conversation while naked, wrapped around him like a horny little koala.

Then again… Maybe this was what was missing before.

There's nowhere to hide right now. There's no sense in denying how hard my nipples are. How wet I am. How much I want him—this—us. And there's no way he could deny the steel hard length currently nestled between my pussy lips like he has no intention of leaving.

"You're getting my hopes up," he murmurs.

"Same."

"I don't deserve you." He tips his forehead against mine.

I give his hair a gentle tug. "I think you do."

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