Page 17 of The Billionaire and I

“Holyshit!” I practically shrieked. “Are you kidding me? Youlivehere?”

“Holy shit, yes, I do.” Cole laughed. “Can I show you around?”

He held out his arm for me, and I took it. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

The living room, which I’d been gaping at, was enormous. There were separate seating areas—I counted six couches before finally giving up. Who needed that many sofas? I glanced at Cole, who was explaining that he’d worked with the architect and interior designer to make the space comfortable. “You know,” he gestured around the enormous living room, “it just said ‘home’ to me.”

I laughed so hard I snorted. “It’d say ‘home’ to me, too! I’d move into your freaking pantry!”

Cole started laughing. “I guess I sound like a dick, huh?”

I shrugged. “Not really. It’s just crazy—who wouldn’t want to live here? It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen!”

“Really?” Cole sounded touched. I heard a note of little boy pride creep into his voice.

“Really.Coley, are you kidding? You’re on top of the world!” I went and gaped out at the water. There were sailboats on the harbor, and a fishing boat with lobster traps stacked on it chugged by. “I could look at this view all day,” I mused.

“Itisnice, huh?” He came up and wrapped his arms around me from behind.

I leaned back against him. I could feel an erection stirring, and I was glad. I’d almost forgotten that Cole was a client, not a…friend.

Not aboy…friend?

I wasn’t surewhatI thought he was. Still, the conversation between us was so natural that I’d actually forgotten I was on ajob. But I’d do well to remember my place. He wasn’t paying me to be his pal; he was paying me to be his escort.

“Do you want to show me the rest of the place?” I asked. I was actually excited to see his bedroom—a first for me. I was genuinely curious to find out what he had going on underneath that suit. That wasn’t like me; I’d never admit it to anyone, but I never enjoyed sex with my clients. It was just a transaction for me. The sooner it was over, the better.

Not that my clients had any clue about that. I was a great actress.

But Cole was different. A little thrill, a zip of excitement, sparked through me as he led me back through the suite. I was excited to be with him. I wasattractedto him. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt that way about a regular guy. But I knew I’d never felt that way about a John before.

If I let myself think about that too much, it would raise a red flag. Luckily for me, I wasn’t thinking about it too much.

“This is the primary suite.” Cole gestured to the most gorgeous bedroom I’d ever seen in my life. The bed was enormous, somehow larger than a king, and everything was white, gray, and cream. It had a very zen, luxurious vibe.

Cole turned to me. “That’s my bed.”

“I see that.”

“I’m excited that you’re going to be sleeping here for the next two weeks,” he said. “It gets a little lonely with all this space.”

I winked at him, then reached out and slowly undid his tie. “I bet you aren’t lonely that often, Coley. I bet you do just fine.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face. “True. I’m not exactly suffering.”

“Nah, you’re not.” I slid his tie off real slow. He watched me as if mesmerized, his pupils getting huge.Yes!The billionaire wanted me. Electricity crackled between us, but I didn’t move.I’d taken his tie off. If Cole Bryson wanted something else, he was going to have to come and get it.

Lucky for me, he didn’t make me wait. He secured his hands around my waist and leaned forward. I watched, fascinated, as his gorgeous face closed in toward mine.

“Close your eyes, Jenny.”

I did as I was told. A moment later, his lips brushed mine. Electricity jolted through me. Hot chills coursed down my body, and heat pooled in my belly. Cole pressed his lips against mine again, his mouth slightly open.Fuck.My insides got all squirmy. His big hands roamed my back. He was taking control, and I loved it. His cock grew thicker, pressing against me.Wow.Cole Bryson was a big boy. I wanted to get my hands on him, but I waited, taking my time. Cole was in charge, and I let him dictate what happened next.

He was the client, after all.

I was supposed to give him exactly what he wanted.

I almost slipped into the moment—I almost let go and thoroughly enjoyed myself.Almost.But on some level, I was still self-aware, still protecting myself, still in control. I always had to be like that. It was my survival instinct. That’s how I’d managed to make it in this job.

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