How I Tamed The Billionaire Playboy

Chapter 17

Eric POV

“Oh, Eric,” Jane said, running her hands through my hair. She snuggled close to me and looked at me with her beautiful green eyes. “I’m so happy right now.”

I grinned. “Me, too,” I told her. “I can’t believe it, actually. I can’t believe how good this feels.”

Jane sighed. She laid her head against my shoulder and wrapped an arm around my waist. We were lying in bed together after having s*x. There was a movie on in the background, but even though I was the one who had turned it on, I didn’t even know what it was. Nothing mattered. The only thing that mattered was Jane , and she was right in my arms – exactly where she was supposed to be.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend before,” I told her, playing with the strands of her blonde hair. “But I want to treat you right, Jane . Help me do right by you.”

Jane licked her lips. She rolled onto her belly and smiled at me slowly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. Her lips were flushed and swollen from so much kissing, and she had a little red splotch on her chin from where my beard stubble had rubbed against her soft skin. It didn’t matter – she was easily the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend, either,” Jane confessed shyly. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you that I didn’t have very much experience.”

Just thinking about the word experience made my c**k stiffen in my pants once again.

“God,” I told her. “I can’t be around you more than five minutes without wanting to sleep with you. Isn’t that crazy?”

Jane giggled and blushed. “Not really,” she said softly. “Susan said all men are like that.”

I shook my head. “Definitely not me,” I told her. “At least, not until now. If someone had told me I’d be crazy in love with you, I wouldn’t have believed them.”

Jane sighed. She rested her head against my shoulder. “I’m so happy right now, Eric,” she said softly. “I wish things could stay like this forever.”

“Me, too,” I told her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

“Hey, asshole! Watch where you’re going!”

My perfect daydream of Jane was interrupted as a girl glared at me, then threw up her middle finger. I couldn’t help it – I burst out laughing.

“What a b***h,” I muttered under my breath. I’d been standing in line at a deli for over twenty minutes now, waiting for lunch. It was a slow Monday and I was dying to get out of the office. When Jane called me over to her desk and asked me to grab something for her to eat, I didn’t mind at all.

I always loved the way she looked at me at work. I could tell that she thought she was being so serious – so sneaky! Her lips wo

uld twist into a scowl and she’d raise her eyebrows, but she couldn’t wipe the look of adoration from her beautiful green eyes. It was hard not to laugh – being with her, I felt so obvious.

But there was a reason we were hiding our relationship. I didn’t want to risk Jane ’s job, or my own security in the future. At some point, I knew that I’d have to do something else – build a resume and find work somewhere else. But right now, it was almost fun to play with my father and pretend like I’d never kissed Jane before.

Finally, I got to the counter. After ordering two sandwiches for myself and Jane , I waited to the side until my name was called.

It was crazy – a month ago, I never would have done something like this. In fact, I would have been outraged that a woman asked me to do anything. But now, here I was, trotting around Manhattan like a happy housewife, ready to do anything for the woman I loved.

I knew I had to tell Jane how I felt soon. I knew that she needed to know, that she deserved to know. But I didn’t know how to have that conversation. I know, it sounds ridiculous – a grown man like myself is completely unable to tell the woman I’m dating that I’m falling in love with her.

But this was all new for me.