Page 8 of The Billionaire Touch

His eyes narrowed. “Doesn’t sound like ‘nothing’.”

“I’ve never seen you in jeans or a t-shirt, that’s all.” She turned and he immediately missed her weight against his chest. “You don’t want to scare the poor thing on your first date.”

“Based on our online conversation, casual is more likely to scare her,” he clarified. “Besides, I like dressing up.”

“I’ve noticed.”

“You’ve been watching me?” His pulse quickened and he recognized the clench in his stomach for what it was this time. Lust. Desire. Primal need.

She blushed; cheeks, neck, and the exposed skin at the V in her blouse turned a delicious shade of red. “Who said I watch you?”

“You did.” His eyes dropped to her pursed lips, then back up to hold her gaze. “You don’t like the way I dress?”

“I love the way you dress.” Her skin darkened another fraction.

“Good.” Spencer teased. “If a shirt and pants are good enough for you, then they’ll do.” There wasn’t any good reason to rile Kate, but their easy banter felt right.

“I didn’t say all that.”

“Uh-huh.” He took the shirt and pants from the hanger before heading back to the bedroom. Another minute in the closet and he wouldn’t be able to walk.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

“I didn’t spill that much coffee on you.”

Without answering, Spencer went to the adjoining bathroom, undressed, and got under the warm spray of water. Coffee on his skin was the least of his concern. He was hard and if he didn’t relieve the ache, there was no way he’d make it to the bar, much less keep his thoughts from Kate.

Funny, witty Kate, who was probably touring his room while he fisted his dick. Her slender fingers running along his things in possessive, playful strokes in the same way she’d done with his piano. He imagined those fingers curled around him now as he pumped furiously to a release.

Spencer groaned. Imagining he was buried to the hilt between smooth olive thighs instead of his rough fingers. Slick. Wet. Thighs that parted in invitation.

Had she made her way to his bed? Was she sitting on it, testing the mattress as she reclined against his sheets? His fist moved faster. Harder. The palm resting against the tile whitened as his balls clenched. A stream of cum that started from his toes shot out to paint the shower wall.

Spencer grunted, his body shivering from the intense climax. It was the best orgasm he ever had.

Yet, it wasn’t enough.

It wouldn’t be enough until she was screaming his name. Calling him ‘papi.’

CHAPTERFOUR

Kate

Kate squeezed her eyes shut. He had moaned. A loud throaty grunt that made her thighs clench. Ay, dios mio! If he wasn’t cumming while she sat at the edge of his bed more turned on than she’d ever been.

She fell back against the bed, trying to block images of a naked Spencer jerking off. His dreadlocks wet, heavy. Tried not to think of soap suds caressing his smooth, tanned skin. Kate swallowed.

I’m in love with a man halfway out the door to another woman. Good going, Kate.

Dios mio.

For all her boldness, she didn’t know how to tell Spencer she was in love with him. Not that she didn’t expect him to laugh or think she was some kind of weirdo.

But if she sat in her office one more day, watched him leave one more time without telling him, she’d go crazy. And now that she knew he was going on a date, no way she was leaving without shooting her shot.

Her eyes rolled ceiling-ward when the bathroom door opened. When he cursed, her gaze flew to Spencer in time to see the towel he was wearing jerk just below his waist.

“You’re on my bed.”

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