Page 14 of The Billionaire Touch

“I don’t share…ever.”

“Ever?” she panted, her eyes becoming glossy with the same need tormenting him.

“I keep what belongs to me.”

“I’m not dating anyone.” She closed her eyes as if to hide from any possibility that he might change his mind about what was about to happen. “I’m in love with you. Only you. Have loved you since first seeing you from behind the glass wall of my cubicle.”

The shiver that ran through Spencer was earth-shattering. Possessive. No woman had ever uttered those words to him and meant them. He wanted to hear them again. Preferably attached to the wordpapi.

Groaning, Spencer pushed back his chair enough to keep her back from hitting against the edge of the table.

From the time she’d dragged him into the washroom on the pretense of getting him clean, he was bewitched. She’d entered his home, her strawberry fragrance invading each room. And when she’d climbed onto his lap, his dick nestled against her hot pussy, Spencer had never been harder. Now Kate was telling him she was in love.

Love.

A million reasons why she was mistaken ran through the fog weighing his head. How could she love someone she didn’t know, had only met hours ago?

What did it say about him that he had never noticed this gorgeous woman with bright brown eyes that saw his soul?

She could be lying to get what she wanted, except, the way she leaned into his embrace, the pulse hammering at the base of her throat, and the ragged breaths falling against his jaw were real.

“I knew you were my person the first time I heard your voice,” she said, low enough to make his blood hum. “On my first day at work, I toured the offices and you laughed. The sound was jovial, and I hadn’t heard a gut laugh like that since moving away from home.” She nibbled her lower lip as her lashes rose to study him. “It was the sexiest sound.”

Hearing the words, words he hadn’t earned, Spencer’s fingers flexed in her hair. Laughing with Kate would have been sweeter.

“When you donated to Heath McCreath’s charity in Wheelcaster, I knew you didn’t avoid people because you didn’t like them, but because you couldn’t trust them to not invade your personal space.” She took a breath. “Knowing you are a Big Brother to Amari only confirms my suspicion.”

“Kate—”

“You have no reason to believe me, but I have no illusions about what I feel for you,” she said hurriedly to get the words out. “Nor do I expect you to give me a chance—”

Spencer’s mouth slammed against hers. He’d heard all he needed to. The minute he’d laid eyes on Kate, he’d claimed her as his. Wanted her. Needed her in an unexplainable way. And until now, he had driven himself crazy to stay at arm’s length.

He no longer needed to. She’d had her opportunity to flee and she’d chosen to remain nestled in his lap.

Their kiss deepened, and his tongue hungrily stroked hers until they were gasping for air. Spencer suckled her lower lip between his teeth, relishing each time she jerked impatiently.

Strawberries surrounded them in a gentle caress and he inhaled greedily, a pleasure he hadn’t allowed himself before.

“Please, Spencer. I need you inside of me.”

At her hungry words, his dick jerked in anticipation. “Free me,” he ordered, holding her gaze in challenge.

But he needn’t wonder about this bold vixen in his arms.

Nimble fingers tugged at the waist of his sweats and he was damn glad he wore the loose workout pants instead of his usual slacks. His hips tilted upward and she yanked the sweat pants across his thighs.

Her stare broke. Kate sucked in a sharp breath as he sprang free, and a shiver snaked along his spine, rocking his entire frame when her warm palms closed around his length.

“Damn…” His head fell back as her hands stroked his rigid shaft from base to crown. He savored each brush, each gentle caress as her thumb circled the engorged crown, smearing his precum.

Gentleness wasn’t what he wanted, at least not until he was buried to the hilt, not until he’d had his fill and heard her cry his name.

He flipped the buttons on her blouse, then dragged the thin shirt down her arms before unhooking her bra. Full, rounded breasts greeted him and Spencer cupped them. They overflowed deliciously. Heavy. And his lips clamped over one puckered nipple.

Today showed a glimpse of who he could be with Kate—his quirks free from judgment. Isn’t that all he’d ever wanted? To love and be loved for who he was and not what everyone expected. His future was the woman writhing in his hold, and she tasted divine.

He growled when her back arched, the move feeding more of her into his mouth. Sweet torment, he moaned as she used his shoulders to anchor herself. She’d teased him with her gentle strokes, and now he would make her beg with rough, firm tugs of his teeth.

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