Page 9 of A Billionaire for Christmas
Molly held her breath as she contemplated what was being asked. The sentence was loaded with sexual tension, its meaning unmistakably clear. And it was a few moments before Molly realised that she was the one who had spoken. They were her words, not his.Shewas propositioninghim, not the other way round.
Levi visibly swallowed. ‘Like I mentioned earlier, I have a room here. We couldshelterthere.’
Shel-ter:
(noun) A place or sanctuary to provide protection (against further interruptions)
(verb) To find temporary refuge (in a bubbling hot tub quaffing champagne)
Besides, it was thewayhe said it, thick with a sexual undercurrent. At least, that was what she was telling herself. Molly stepped towards him and reached out to press a gloved hand lightly on his chest. She looked up at him through her lashes. ‘Let’s go.’
Levi took her hand, and they walked quickly to the lift in silence. The moment the doors opened, Molly was in such a state of excitement that she pressed against him as he jabbed the button, both of them wide-eyed and slightly panting. She had never felt so alive.
When the door closed, she looped her arms around his neck. He reached down to trail his fingers up her stockings, inhaling sharply as they connected with the smooth, silky flesh of her thighs. He let out a low groan as though he was incapable of stopping. The sensation caused pangs of lust to shoot straight to her nether region.
Molly’s eyes were drawn to his lips. ‘Kiss me.’ He was having a catastrophic effect on her, and as he dipped his head, she launched at him, hungry for his kisses, desperate with desire.
He hoicked her leg up to his hip, holding it in place while he kissed her neck, her throat, her lips. He tangled his hand lightly in her hair, gently pressing her against the wall of the lift so that their limbs entwined. Running her hands up and down his back, she spread her fingers out wide to cup his rock-hard buttocks. She brought him closer, causing him to moan against her mouth. She felt him harden through the soft fabric of his expensive tuxedo as their kiss deepened. She liked the effect she was having on him. It made her feel powerful and sexual. He seemed to want her as much as she wanted him.
‘Who are you?’ he whispered, sounding unravelled to his core.
At this point, it was anyone’s guess. She barely recognised herself. ‘Does it matter?’ she answered breathily. Had he not heard of a holiday fling? A crazy, regrettable one-night stand?
Levi stopped briefly to murmur in her ear, ‘Yeah, it kinda does.’
‘Milly,’ she moaned as his lips trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. He was reducing her brain to mush. ‘My name’s Milly. No. I mean Molly. Christ Almighty. My name’s Molly.’
‘You sure about that?’ He chuckled. It was the sexiest sound she’d ever heard.
Now really wasn’t a good time for a quiz. Especially if she couldn’t answer the basics.
Levi clamped a hand to her breast, letting out a small desirous moan as he rolled his thumb over the corset, laced tightly, keeping everything in place. ‘What do you do, Molly?’
Besides crashing weddings, humping camels and throwing myself at handsome strangers?
‘I’m a chef,’ she managed to say, her breathing ragged. His hand slid tantalisingly down to her waist, causing her to shiver from top to toe. ‘I run my own…’ Her entire body tingled.‘…catering…’ She was on fire.‘…company.’
Not technically a lie, just because the assets were currently frozen and it was on the verge of fiscal collapse.
‘And you?’ she purred, weak with longing. This had to be the slowest lift ride in history. His image was reflecting off all the mirrors. From any angle, he was breathtakingly gorgeous in a kind of striking playboy yet ruggedly down-to-earth way. ‘What doyoudo, Angelo?’
Between counting your billions every day and fighting off sexual advances from every woman on the planet, life must be so exhausting.
He stopped mid-kiss, a question in his eye. It was almost a challenge. ‘You don’t know who I am?’
‘No.’ She stared back. ‘Should I?’
Her question hung in the air. Now Levi was the one struggling to find the right words and looking flushed.
PING. They sprang apart as the lift doors opened.
‘Oh, there you are…’ Keela stopped talking. Her eyes flickered briefly to Molly, expertly devoid of any surprise. She trained her eyes on Levi. ‘I was just about to bring these to you, Monsieur LeRoux. The hors d’oeuvres you ordered, sir.’
Stepping out of the lift, Levi took the tray from her. He seemed uncomfortable. ‘Thank you, Keela. I’ll take them to my room.’
‘Enjoy. Have a lovely evening.’ As though purposefully not making eye contact with Molly, Keela flew back down the corridor towards the kitchen.
Levi waited until Keela had disappeared before facing Molly. ‘I’m sorry. I should not have lost control like that.’ He was clearly flustered, as though being caught by Keela had brought him to his senses with a sharp slap.
