Billionaires Dollar Series

She nods. “My mom and I split it.”

Her nephew. Her family. The bookstore. Everything she does, it seems to be for other people, or for a purpose. For Karli and Timmy.

I press a kiss to her neck and her eyes flutter closed. “How’s your writing going?”

“Mmm. Good.” Her hand grips mine, guiding it to her waist. “Much better than it has in a long while, actually.”

“Inspired by me?”

Her laughter is soft. “Maybe.”

“I’m flattered.” I kiss my way up to her ear. “Look at us being civil. Isn’t it nice when we have a truce?”

She wiggles against me, her butt round and soft and enticing. “Yes,” she says. “But don’t worry. I’m being nice to you because I know we’ll win.”

“Oh, you will?”

“Yes. We have more customers daily. Sales are increasing. Our accountant basically confirmed it, you know.”

I tip her head back, her neck soft and fragile under my hand. She sighs as my lips trail up and down. “Good,” I say, my hand running down to the hem of her shirt. Her thigh is silky-smooth.

“Good? I thought you wanted to win.”

“Mmm, I do. But the next best thing is you winning.”

Her smile is massive as she turns in my arms, backing me against the kitchen counter. Beneath my button-up, I know for a fact she’s only wearing panties.

“Charmer.”Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“Another compliment?”

“Don’t get spoiled.”

I lift her up onto the kitchen island, her surprised laughter raining down on me. “Spoiled, me? Never.”

She opens her legs so I can fit between them, my hands resting on her hips. “Was that the first time you’ve dried a dish in your own kitchen?”

“Maybe,” I say. “Is that another strike against me?”

“Maybe,” she echoes, running a hand up my arms. “The swim team, huh?”

“You remembered.”

“Of course. Do you still swim? You look like you do.”

“Every morning,” I say.

She wraps her hands around my neck. “Except today.”

“Except today,” I agree. “I had better things to do.”

I lean in and kiss her, and she kisses me back, warm and sweet. Her hands find their way into my hair, tugging in that way that sends shivers racing down my back. Before long my hands move of their own accord and pull at the buttons of her shirt.

She laughs against my lips. “So eager,” she murmurs, her laughter turning into a gasp when I pinch one of her nipples. After she’d told me none of her previous lovers had given them enough attention, I’d made sure to redouble mine.

Her hands tug off my T-shirt. My tongue finds hers. It’s a dance we’ve done nearly a dozen times now, and still, every time leaves me hard and aching. She’s irresistible.

“Sorry for staying the night,” she murmurs. “I fell asleep last night after we… well.” She breaks off, biting her lip, and I grin at her. We’d tried her bathtub fantasy in my master bath, the tub large enough for me to fuck her underwater. She’d been slick like oil after the first two orgasms. The memory, combined with her naked and ready before me, makes it hard to think.

“Do I look like I’m complaining?”

She grins, shrugging off her shirt. “No.”

I slide her panties to the side and find her warm and wet. “Yes,” I murmur. “You’re always ready for me.”

She presses eager lips against mine, scooting to the edge of the kitchen island. “Like this?”

“Fuck yes.” I tug off her underwear. In broad daylight she’s gorgeous, pink and sweet and slick. She pulls at the tie of my slacks, pushing them, her movements jerky.

“This casual thing is getting complicated, huh?”

I can only agree. When this began, I had no plans to send her gifts, not to mention hang out with her nephew. Maybe we should talk about that. Set new ground rules.

But then again, she’s beautiful and naked in front of me and her hands are stroking and then I’m spreading her legs wide. “That’s fine,” I say, my hands running up her inner thighs. “Completely fine. Still casual.”

Skye nods, a breathy moan escaping her when I run the head of my hardness along her. “It’s casual because we say it’s casual,” she says.

“Exactly. You’re not falling in love with me, are you?”

Her chest is heaving. “No, don’t worry. I still hate you.”

“Good,” I say, pushing forward. “We’re good.”

That’s a lie, because she’s fucking fantastic. I bury myself inside, and she grips me back, hot and slick and tight. I should tell her that but words refuse to form. My body is moving on instinct, fucking her on the kitchen island, both of us watching where we join.

It’s over almost as soon as it began. My hand is circling, moving over her clit the way I know she likes, both of us exploding. It’s her moans that bring me over the edge, soft and breathless and entirely real.

Skye lies back on the kitchen island, her body limp. Her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breathing. “You could be the worst person in the world,” she says faintly, “and I’d still come back for more of that.”

My hands tighten on her hips. “So I’m not the worst person in the world. It’s a small upgrade, but I’ll take it.”

She smiles up at the ceiling. “So many compliments today. You really are fucking the good sense right out of me.”

“I aim to please.” Wincing slightly, I pull out of her heat. “Damn. We didn’t use a condom.”

She rises on her elbows. “I’m on the pill.”

“I have regular health checkups,” I say. “I’d be happy to give you a copy of my latest clean bill.”