Page 57 of Most Eligible Billionaire

“What’s going on?” he asks.

“Your fake seduction plan. You think I’m that stupid or just that desperate?”

“Look at me.” Then, voice strained, “Vicky.”

I don’t look at him.

“I would never think you’re stupid or desperate. They’re the last things I’d think of you.”

“I know what you’re doing. And just…I want you to understand that you don’t have to do it.” This is as close as I can come to telling him I'm giving back the company without breaking the pact.

I don’t have much, but I have my word.

He slides the back of his fingers across my cheek. My blood rushes hot through my veins. I shut my eyes.

Hard skin brushes soft, featherlight. Smooth and slow. His touch is so gentle, I think my heart might crack.

His voice, when it comes, is a whisper. “Kiss me, Vicky.”

“I can’t.”

“Kiss me.” His voice is low and urgent. “Be with me.”

My heart stutters.

He skims down below my jawline now, sliding against my skin with the back of one finger, slow, slow and scorchingly tender.

“You want to.”

“You are so…” I pause, breathless.

His finger travels downward, putting pressure on the top button, popping it. He finds more skin to slide down, pausing at the center of my chest, a whisper of a presence above my pounding heart.

“You are so…” I try again.

I don’t have it in me to think up a playful insult. Heat swells heavy between my legs.

He leans in. Lips to my ear. His face is a soft rustle on my hair.

My breath comes faster.

“You’re going to kiss me,” he says. “Maybe not today, but you’ll come to me. I can wait.”

“Such an operator,” I say, gaze falling to his hand at my chest.

He moves down, unbuttons another button. “You like watching my hands, don’t you?” He undoes another button.

“Are you just undoing my buttons now? Yes,” I say.

“And you’re into it.”

“And the arrogance just doesn’t quit, folks.” I’m going for light quip here, but my voice is rough with desire.

“You like my hands, I think.” He undoes another button, revealing the top of my camisole. “You’re going to like them even better when they’re between your legs.”

Dark lust arrows through me. “Oh my god,” I say, as though I think it’s funny. It’s not.

“I’ll get you off, baby. I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll take you slow and deep. I’ll print every inch of your skin. Nothing—nothing about it will be fake.”

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