The Billionare

8

“You have him on you—that’s as good as concealer.” She took a sip of her drink. “What’s he saying?”

“That he wants to taste me again.”

“And?”

My glasses were still at the end of my nose, and I pushed them higher on my face. “And I asked him how badly.”

“Ooh, that’s good.”

Jenner: Badly enough that I can’t wait until tomorrow.

Jenner: My room. 7 tonight.

Monica had made us dinner reservations for eight thirty, which gave me time for a quickie.

If Jenner even knew what a quickie was.

Me: You have me until 8.

Jenner: I’ll take every second I can get.

“So?” Monica said the second I set down my phone.

I picked up my drink and rested it against my chest, needing to cool down again. “I’m going to his room before dinner. Don’t worry; I won’t be late.”

“You’re getting the D; you can be as late as you want. We’ll get you a to-go dinner if we need to since I know how hangry you get.”

I looked toward the girls in the pool, watching them flirt with complete strangers who were eyeing my friends like candy. “What am I doing?” My stare connected with Monica’s. “Really, what in the f*****g hell am I doing?”

“You’re having fun.” She leaned back in her chair, hands linked under her head, arms spread wide. “And you’re getting some ass.” She laughed. “Which is something you’ve needed for a while.”

“Thanks … dick.”

“Listen, I’m just speaking the truth, and we both know it.” She paused to watch two guys walk by, both handsome, but neither had anything on Jenner. “How long is he here for?”

I couldn’t remember at what point he’d told me, but I recalled him answering that question, so I said, “He’s here for the rest of the week.”

Which was the same as us.

“One check in the hell yes box.” She clinked her glass against mine. “What else do you know about him?”

I sucked in a deep breath. “He’s a lawyer, he lives in LA, he’s here with friends and a brother or two.”

Her face was like the heart-eyes emoji. “A lawyer? I just died—again.”

“And he probably has a good ten years on me, maybe more.”

She sat up and faced me, crossing her legs. “Age is hot. It makes him experienced; it makes him established and successful and independent—things we can’t say about any of the fools we go to college with.”

“That’s definitely true.”

She leaned forward, squeezing my knee. “You need to promise that you won’t get s**t-faced and end up married and wake up the next morning, not remembering a damn thing. I’ve seen far too many movies like that.” She looked up at the sky, like she was entering dreamland. “I already know how I’m going to design my maid-of-honor gown and every ruffle and piece of satin that’s going to go on it, and I won’t settle for an Elvis drive-through at three in the morning, somewhere off the Strip.”

“Let’s not forget, you’ll also be designing my wedding gown.” I winked, smiling, until I thought of the other scenario. “You don’t have to worry; my parents would murder me if I married someone without their approval, and then my father would disassemble him limb by limb.” I didn’t even want to put that thought into my head. “Jenner and I live on opposite sides of the country, and we’re in totally different worlds. This week is all about fun, like you said … nothing more.”

Five

Jenner

“W

here’s dinner?” I asked Jo as she slipped the dress over her body.

One I’d stripped off.

One that had been on the floor of my suite for the last hour.

“Some steak house on the Strip,” she answered. “My best friend, Monica, picked it. She handles that kind of stuff. I just do the eating.”

The dress was as tight as skin, showing every curve, and she had those for days, starting with her hips, lowering to her ass, bulging at the corners of her cleavage. And in this outfit, her t**s looked even larger since the dress was so low-cut.

“f**k,” I moaned, leaning into a table as I watched her adjust the fitting. “You’d better run.”

She grinned, and it was so beautiful. “What happens if I don’t?”

“That dress is going to be shredded from your body.”

She laughed as she slipped into her sky-high heels. “No shredding. This is one of my favorites. It would hurt my heart if there were only pieces left.”

I couldn’t stop devouring her with my eyes. “I’d buy you another one.”

It would be worth it.

Because the last hour hadn’t satisfied the need I had for this girl.

It didn’t matter how much I’d tasted, that my mouth had been on every inch of her.

I wanted more.

What the f**k is happening to me?

One taste had always been enough.

But now, I found myself walking toward her, hugging her against me the second she was within reach, my d**k already hard again.

Her hands surrounded my face as she looked up at me. “You can have me later.” Her thumbs brushed over my beard as she took in my eyes. “But not now. I have to meet the girls.”

I squeezed her ass. “I don’t like that answer, but I’ll accept it.”

She leaned up on her toes, giving me that gorgeous pout and the chance to breathe her in. Jo’s flavor was different. The fall scent followed her deep into the night. But it was more than just that. She had an appetite that was similar to mine, a desire, a charisma I just couldn’t get enough of.

“I’ll text you,” she whispered against my lips. She pulled away and adjusted her dress, glancing down her body. “I look like I’ve been through war.”

“If you didn’t, then I didn’t f**k you hard enough.”

Her head fell back as she laughed—something she’d done before and something that drove me f*****g wild. “You definitely f****d me hard enough. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She headed for the door and waved before opening it.

“I’ll see you later, Jo.”

As she left, I took in the view of her ass. Even though I’d just been holding it, even though I’d kissed across her cheeks when she was spread over my bed, I still couldn’t stop staring.

That body.

That freshly f****d p***y.