Page 48 of Billionaire Accidental Daddy

And I’ve never regretted that fact more than I do right now.

I pull back. “Cole. We have to stop.”

“Right.” He brings us both to our feet, his hand slipping into mine like it belongs there. “Let’s go find somewhere more private.”

Before I can correct him, he’s pulling me out of the theater and into the parking lot. It’s barely 5:00 p.m., but it’s winter, so the sky’s already dark.

He’s pulling me toward the rental car, determination in his stride.

“Cole, stop,” I say. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean we should go somewhere else.”

He looks at me, confused. “Then what—”

“I meant we can’t have sex.”

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COLE

Istare at Amelia, waiting for the blood to make its way back to my brain. Objectively, the words she’s saying make sense. Sex is a terrible idea. And now that she’s not panting in my arms, beggingPlease Cole, pleasein my ear, I can almost remember why.

Almost.

But fuck. She was there in that theater with me. Does she really think we can go back to just friends for another six months? I don’t know about her, but my willpower’s not that good.

That’s not the point though. The point is, she saidNo, and now she’s looking at me nervously, like she expects an argument.

“Ok. Sure.” I scrub a hand through my hair, trying to get my body under control. “Whatever you want.”

“Really?”

Jesus, what kind of assholes has she been with?

“Yes, really,” I snap, irritated. “What you want is the most important thing here.” Then a horrible thought hits. “Amelia, if I pushed farther than you wanted to go—”

“No, no, no. No. I wanted that. Everything. I wanted it all. A lot.”

“Ok,” I say, relieved to clear that up. Of course, I’m still pretty fucking confused about the rest of it.

I wait for her to explain more, but she doesn’t.

I know I should probably apologize, for letting us both get carried away. The thing is, I don’t regret it. Not a single second of it.

“We should head back to your parents’ place,” I say.

If we’re going to stick to this no sex thing, I have a feeling we’re going to need chaperones.

We’re almostto her parent’s place. They should be home by now. We’ll pack up our stuff, say our goodbyes and head to the airport. Then we’ll get back home and shed the weird energy of this trip.

Weird energy, my ass,I think. If I’m honest, I’ve wanted to do everything we did, and a lot more, for a while now. The only thing weird about the energy was that for a second, Amelia was right there with me.

“I feel like I owe you an apology,” Amelia says, as we make the final turn toward her parents’ house.

“No, you don’t,” I say firmly. “You never need to apologize for changing your mind.”

“That’s not what I mean. I mean all the stuff before, I feel like I lead you on.”

I sigh. “Amelia, you didn’t lead me on—”

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