Page 73 of Billionaire Romance

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Sally

There’s an overwhelming sense of déjà vu as I watch the car pull up from the window. This isn’t the same car from yesterday, this is a full-on limousine, and I can’t believe that this is real.

Iris was here earlier to do my hair and make-up and she’s enjoying living for this story as much as I’m enjoying living in this story. I never imagined I’d lose my firsts so quickly, but I’m good. I woke up again feeling like it was a dream. The best dream.

And this time I was sure that it was real because I was so tired that I fell asleep in my dress. And the fact that I’m wearing this gorgeous purple gown is another clue. Though I will admit that I’ve pinched myself a couple of times today.

Especially when Iris suggested—multiple times in multiple graphic ways—that I could lose my virginity tonight. Part of me wants to wait, to keep this longing and tension going as long as we can handle it. And the other, louder part of me wants to let him take me to bed and do whatever he wants. Because whatever he wants to do will be so fucking good, and I know he’s not going to hurt me or go too fast. All of this flashes in my brain while I watch the limo pull up to my building.

If my neighbors look outside right now they’re going to be so confused. This isn’t a neighborhood that gets cars like this. The sleek black town car Eric appeared in last night was enough to raise some eyebrows in the building.

There’s a little bubble of joy in my chest. I feel like Cinderella right now, minus the very uncomfortable glass shoes. There’s never a time in my life that I thought I would be grateful for almost killing someone or for the wrath of Mr. Ferguson, but I am very grateful for those things, because those are the things that led to this exact moment where I’m watching Eric step out of the limousine in a tux that has accents the color of my dress. He has a little box with flowers in his hand and I can’t keep the stupid grin off my face.

Today is Valentine’s Day, and I have a date. Not only that, it’s with Eric, who’s amazing and sexy and somehow, inexplicably wants me when he could have his pick of literally any woman in the world.

He rings the doorbell and I take a breath. There are nerves and butterflies in my stomach and even though this is kind of déjà vu, it feels so much more significant. Important. I grab the little clutch that goes with the gown, my wrap, and head outside. He’s standing by the limo, waiting for me, and for a second I feel like I’m in a romantic comedy.

At least I hope that I am. Romantic comedies always have a happy ending.

The wind catches my dress and blows it to the side like I’m in a photo shoot, and I smile at Eric. He smiles back, taking me in. His eyes drift from my face down to the strapless neckline and down the skirt and back. That gaze is intimate, like a caress, and it makes me shiver even though the evening is warm.

He comes closer, and I can’t breathe, because he’s not real. Eric’s hair is still damp from a shower, and the tuxedo he’s wearing is fitted to him like a glove. That perfect body that has held me and made me feel unimaginable pleasure is something that I can’t ignore. Not when he’s wearing that.

“Wow,” he says.

“I was kind of thinking the same thing.”

He leans down and kisses me, once again ignoring my lipstick. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s starts out that way but touching him feels like it releases something inside of me that’s been waiting to surface, and suddenly I’m clinging to him, kissing him back while he devours my mouth, and I don’t think I’ll make it the whole night if my body is going to feel like this.

Everything in me is soaking with need, down to my soul, and I open my mouth to him and let our tongues dance. A moan comes from my throat and this is all I want to do for the next century. I could get lost in his lips, because his kisses are amazing even if I didn’t know that what comes after is more and brighter and better.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” I whisper as I break apart.

Eric makes a face. “I’m not convinced about that, but it doesn’t mean I’m not happy to see you.” He holds out the box, opening it. “I thought you might like these.”

It’s a wrist corsage, a beautiful purple orchid and smaller white flowers arranged in a mini bouquet. I can’t stop smiling while he puts it on my wrist, and it matches my gown. “It’s perfect,” I say.

“Not too cheesy?”

“No, I love it.” My cheeks are going to hurt from smiling so much by the end of the night. “I didn’t go to prom, so I’ve never gotten to wear one. Thank you.”

I reach out and take his hand as he kisses me again, softly this time. “I wish we didn’t have to go,” he says. “I think this is more fun.”

“I think there would probably be people who would be upset if you didn’t show up to your own family’s party.”

“You’re right, unfortunately. Though I think I could probably make enough excuses.”

I laugh. “Is it terrible that I want both? I want to run away with you but you also bought me a pretty dress and I want to show it off.”

“I want to show you off too,” he grins. “I’d prefer it if we went to a show or something, but this will have to do.”

Eric takes my hand and helps me step into the limo. The inside is huge and luxurious and I can’t help but wonder what kind of things we could do in here with this much space. But my blush gives me away.

“This would be much more comfortable, if you wanted to have a reprise of last night’s adventure.”

I smirk at him. “Party first, then we’ll see where it goes.”

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