Page 57 of Billionaire Grump's Baby

My heart’s pounding. He looks so elegant and sophisticated in his tux, but underneath is a powerful, ruthless man who’s famous for going after what he wants—and getting it. I can see him fighting to control himself.

Do I want him to win?

Or do I want him to give me the kind of hot, savage, glorious sex I’ve been craving since he first kissed me?

It’s a moot point because Luke gets himself under control. Of course he does. When he turns to look back at me, his face is a calm mask, and his voice is firm.

“Hazel. I know I’m an ass. But I need you to know that even I wouldn’t use our situation to...” he motions back and forth between us. “I promised I wouldn’t touch you. And I keep my word. Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” I feel a spurt of frustrated disappointment. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that he can wind me up like this and then just, donothingabout it.

He hasn’t even asked what I want. He justassumesI don’t want this as badly as he does.

On the one hand, sleeping together is a terrible idea since we can’t exactly have a one-night stand. We’re stuck together for the next six months. Even after that, we’ll be loosely connected by Cooper.

On the other hand, maybe if we finally have sex, we can exercise this insane chemistrybetween us.

“I’ll go sleep in the other room,” Luke says. He grabs one of the champagne bottles and heads out to the door.

“Aren’t you going to ask what I want?”

He turns around and eyes me warily.

Using all my courage, I shimmy out of my dress.

His eyes darken as he watches the silk fall to my feet. Then he slowly takes in every inch of my body, until we’re staring at each other.

“I promised I wouldn’t touch you,” he repeats, like it’s a spell that will keep us both from making a stupid mistake.

“You did. But I never promised not to touchyou.” I walk across the room. Then I brace myself on his shoulders, rise up on my toes, and kiss him.

After the all the practicing we’ve been doing today, I know exactly what kind of kiss he likes. Slow, deep, and hungry, with my hands tangling in his hair.

There’s a thud as Luke drops the bottle of champagne onto the soft, thick carpet below us.

Then he’s lifting me, and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, as he moves us back to the edge of the bed.

“We can’t,” he murmurs, as he kisses my neck.

“Sure we can.” I smile at him. For once, our eyes are on the same level. “I’ll even let you lead. I’m supposed to go soft, right?” I trail a hand through his hair, and he sighs into the sensation in a way that reminds me of a dangerous wild cat about to purr.

“I’ll go soft, and let you move me however you want,” I whisper. “Touch me however you want.”

His eyes go dark, feral, unreadable.

Then whatever was holding him back justsnaps.

In a second we’re both on the bed. I’m shoving him out of his jacket, loosening his tie, while he unhooks my bustier and finds increasingly creative places to put his mouth.

We’re a mess of tangled mouths and limbs.

Then he’s out of his jacket and tie, and I’m down to my thong. I want to tell him to keep going,I want him naked damnit, but then his mouth’s on my breast, sucking and licking and gently biting until I’ve lost all willpower.

“Oh God. Oh,Luke.”

I hope he’s not attached to this nice designer shirt, because I’m pretty sure the way I’m clutching it will ruin something.

Luke grins up at me, cocky as all hell. Then he industriously returns to kissing his way down my body. By the time he slides my panties aside and kisses my clit I’m shaking with so much anticipation I almost come right there.

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