Page 125 of The Billionaire's Wake-up-call Girl

My pulse skitters. More than anything in the world, he means.

He pulls away and pins me with his eyes, the gritty gray of storm clouds. “Let’s not play games anymore.” He takes my hand and holds it palm up.

“No more games?”

“I don’t mean no more gamesever, but it’s not a game right now. Not for me.” He plants a kiss on the tender middle of my palm. Shivers bloom across my skin, bloom so hard I can’t speak. “You want to try it?”

I gaze into his eyes, this guy who is everything. “Okay, but I don’t know where we’re going. It feels like free-falling.”

“I don’t know, either, but I know we’re together, so it’s okay, right?”

“I don’t know.” I swallow past the dryness in my mouth. “I feel like we’re on one of those maps they used to draw before they figured out that the world is round. Those maps where they thought you fell off the edge.”

He slides his hands over my arms.

“And they would write ‘here be dragons’around the edges,” I continue. “Because they didn’t know what was out there, only that it was something scary.”

He bends so that his gaze is level with mine. “We’ll go there together. We’ll fight the dragons together.”

Together.I take a deep breath. “Okay, then.”

“And you know what a badass I am in this lab coat,” he says into the kiss.

“Oh, you get to joke around, but I don’t?”

“We can do anything we want, Seven.”

And I know right then that he couldn’t—wouldn’t—trash my life the way Mason did. No, this man could utterly obliterate me. Yet here I am, in the palm of his hand. Can I do it?

But then I look into his eyes, and I know that I can. That we can. “Then let’s do this thing. See where it leads.”

He heaves out a breath. “Yes.” He kisses me again—deeply. It’s an all-consuming kiss, and I think,this is what it is to be really kissed.I melt into him, molding to him. He kisses my neck, begins to unbutton my blouse.

I’m half kissing him, half mauling his shoulders and arms with my greedy hands, enjoying him, daring to go there with him. I lock my legs around him, pulling him fully to me, fitting the steel of his cock between my legs.

With trembling hands, he yanks the hem of my shirt up from my skirt. He pulls it up over my head and throws it.

“The door.”

He goes to the door and locks it, then turns back, strolling toward me, watching me with a kind of wonder that I enjoy. “You are so beautiful,” he says. Like he’s stunned that a beautiful woman is sitting in her bra on his worktable.

I hold out my arms.

He comes to me and we kiss. He pushes my skirt up with jerky motions as I shimmy-help him. “I need you so bad.” His voice is ragged. He feels out of control.

“Need you, too,” I unbuckle his belt with clumsy fingers. It’s the truth. One real thing.

And soon enough he’s got me mostly naked, but he’s still wearing the lab coat, and he’s just on that point of entering me, and I’m looking into his beautiful eyes, reveling in his sweet and peppery scent.

And it’s like nothing else.

“Theo,” I whisper. I twist the lapels of his lab coat. My heart feels so big, I want to scream.

“I’m here.” He pushes in, slowly, filling me deliciously, moving inside me.

In every way that’s important, it’s us having sex for the first time. Us inside each other. It feels like he’s fucking me all the way up to my eyes, or maybe my soul.

“Look at us. Fitting perfectly,” he whispers.

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