Page 70 of Billionaire Romance

I make a dramatic frown. “I’d say what we just did was pretty close.”

He chuckles, pressing his lips to my neck. “No,” he says, “That will be much much more.”

“I’m not sure that’s possible,” I say as he rolls down the window of the car and waves to the driver, who’s waiting a ways away from the car with a coffee in his hand.

“When I have you all to myself in a bedroom all night,” Eric says, “you’re going to come more than twice. I’m going to make sure you have one hell of a first time, Sally Landing.”

“That just makes me want it to be tonight,” I say.

“Not yet,” he says. The driver’s door shuts, and the car begins to move. “I have to be up early, and as much as I want to take you back to my apartment right now,” he pulls me into him, arm around my waist, “and I do, I don’t want to have to wake up early and leave you naked in my bed either.”

“Okay.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, and I can’t help but think about how all this has happened in a day. Some would think it’s crazy, but it doesn’t seem like it could have happened any other way.

I lean my head against Eric’s shoulder as we enjoy the car ride, and it doesn’t feel like we’ve known each other for just a day. It feels like way more than that. Especially after dinner where I now know that he really wants to be a potter. That he loves dogs even though he doesn’t have one, and that his favorite place that he’s ever traveled is Greece. I told him about my crazy family filled with aunts and uncles and cousins and the drama that goes on there, and that whole travel thing.

I don’t think I ever realized how much I wanted to travel until he pushed me to say it. I’ve never been able to afford it, so it’s never been an option. Why even think about something that I can’t do?

I let my thoughts carry me and soon I find myself drifting, dozing in the aftermath of pleasure. More than that, sitting with Eric in the back of this car feels safe and comfortable in a way I don’t remember feeling. Ever.

Gently, Eric shakes me awake. “Sally, we’re here.”

“I don’t want to go,” I say sleepily.

“I know,” he laughs softly as he helps me out of the car. “I’ll see you tomorrow. For the party.”

“For the party,” I echo as he leans down and kisses me. It’s soft and it makes me ache in my chest.

“Dream of me,” he says with a smile, and he watches me until I’m all the way inside.

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