Page 50 of Most Eligible Billionaire

“Nah. I’m not running a charity. We can make more money my way.”

Her gaze burns into mine. “Yourvastly superiorway.”

Teasing words tinged with affection. Suddenly I'm seeing her for the first time—this beautiful, impossible woman who makes a dog throne to mess with me.

She’s supposed to hate me, but she wants me.

And hell if I don’t want her.

“Vastly superior.” My voice sounds husky. “Were I to have total control.” Gently, I close my fingers over hers and unwrap them from the phone. She seems mesmerized by my movements. Her breath hitches.

I slip it into my front pocket and slide my finger along her jawline. I can practically see the shivers sparking along her skin.

I press my knuckle under her chin, tip her face up to mine. Her gaze is incandescent, her breath shallow, like a caught animal.

The kiss lingers in the air between us.

I lower my face and take her lips in mine. I devour her sweet, hot mouth. I don’t know anything anymore. Warning bells are clanging and I couldn’t give a shit.

“Henry,” she breathes into the kiss. “Oh my god,” she breathes. She makes it all one husky, hot-as-hell word.Omigod. The word heats my lips. She hates that she wants me. I hate that I want her.

I pull back and cup her cheeks, ribbon smooth. “You want to walk away?” I kiss her vulnerable neck, keeping her bared to me.

She gasps as I kiss her again. I nip the edge of her mouth where her tongue sometimes appears.

My IQ has taken a high-speed elevator to the lower level parking garage where cavemen chisel away at their square wheels.

“You want to walk away?” I repeat. “You do it now.” I kiss the little bump on her jawline just below her ear. I press my lips to the pulse below her jawline.

I taste the flutter of her heartbeat, taste the power of me reflected in her body.

She curls her hands around my waist.

Dimly I remember this whole thing was supposed to be about ensuring her compliance. Her good behavior.

I don't give a crap about her compliance. I don’t want her good behavior. I want her bad behavior. I want her.

I grab her ponytail, holding tight. I can almost pretend to myself that this is me making her comply. I’ll tilt and adjust her head whatever way I want.

I kiss her top lip and then her bottom lip. I take her mouth full-on, every kiss newer and wilder than the last. “Vicky,” I whisper against her soft lips.

She pulls away, eyes all fire and challenge. “You see me walking away?”

In a flash I have her pressed to the brick wall between arched windows, hands sliding over her hips.

Her fingers are like claws, working my shirt out of the back of my pants.

My tongue presses at the seam of her lips. She lets me in with a soft moan.

Finally I get hold of her tongue, that little pink tongue tip. I give it a soft suck.

She groans lightly, pelvis pressing into mine as though her tongue and her pussy need to stay on the same vertical plane. The more I suck, the more she grinds into me.

She’s lewd and delicious, and she makes a soft little sound.

I break the kiss and start undoing her buttons, pearly little buttons, one, two, three, enjoying her gaze on my hands, the shudder of her breath.

“So superior,” she breathes.

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