Page 52 of Billionaire Accidental Daddy

“Then you storm in here, making sure I’ll spend the next six months thinking about you up there in your room. Touching yourself under my roof. With the thinghebought you.”

My breath catches. Is Cole ... jealous?

“Cole, it’s not—”

“To hell with that,” Cole snarls. Every line of his body is tense. The contained power in his body is enough to set off something primitive in my body. Something that wants this man wild and possessive over me.

Cole keeps talking. “You’ve made your point. I can’t control you with contracts. I can’t seduce you, not without driving myself mad in the process. But damn you, you’re going to admit this is personal. Even if it’s only to yourself.”

And then he’s kissing me.

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AMELIA

Cole’s mouth on mine feels like relief. Like a summer thunderstorm after a long, hot, day. It feels like where he’s supposed to be.

And I can’t fight it anymore. No one has ever kissed me like this. Like just for tonight, I’m his whole world.

I wrap my arms around his neck, my hands tangling in his hair. It’s all the encouragement he needs to touch me in turn. His hands slide up my back, pressing me toward him. One hand spreads over the top of my sweater, while the other’s hot on my skin at the small of my back. There’s no careful seduction in this kiss. No teasing. Just hands, and lips, and jagged, broken breaths.

Cole bites at my lower lip, like he needs to punish me, or claim me. “Tell me this is personal,” Cole says. His erection presses into my stomach. I feel wet, helpless, empty. I want him so bad.

“It’s personal,” I say.

“Tell me who he is.”

“Cole, it’s not—”

“Tell me,” he growls.

“It’s my friend Maddy,” I burst out, before he can talk over me again. “M for Maddy. She works at a sex toy company. It’s a thank you gift. For the bachelorette partyyouhelped me plan.”

Cole stills.

And then he crushes me to him, burying his head in my neck as he hugs me and breathes. Like he’s relieved. Like it’s not just pride or logic that’s making him possessive. Like he cares.

I stand there, stroking his hair.

When he does speak, his voice is gruff. “So there’s no one else?”

“I’m all yours,” I try to joke. But he doesn’t laugh. Maybe because there’s too much truth in my words. Maybe because there’s too much relief in his touch.

He starts to release me, reluctantly. “If you don’t want...we should...”

I rise up on my tiptoes and kiss him. I know what he’s going to say, but he’s driven all logic from my brain with his touch, his mouth, his scent. I crave him, and I’m rapidly losing my will to walk away.

He kisses me back, like an alcoholic who’s been offered one last drink. His hands are so tight on my hips, I wonder if I’ll bruise. If I’ll walk around all week with the marks of Cole’s desire on my skin.

I’m dizzy with want when Cole finally shoves me away. He sinks back on his desk. “Go, Amelia.” His voice is the roughest I’ve ever heard it. He’s gripping the edge of the desk, his knuckles white, like he needs to hold something to stop himself from reaching for me.

I don’t move.

“Go,” Cole says, like it’s a curse. “Amelia, I respect whatever you want. But I’m only a man. So if you don’t want me to bend you over this desk and fuck you, I need you to leave.Please.”

My pulse is racing. This is it, I realize. This is the moment I choose.

Except not really. If I’m honest, I made my choice when he kissed me in the diner, and I didn’t run. I made my choice when he asked about my fantasies in the near empty theater, and I told him. I made my choice when I thought he’d sent me a vibrator, and instead of immediately leaving, I went to confront him in his office. Alone. Late at night.

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