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One Night with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #6)(48)
Author: Jessica Clare

“Absolutely not.”

He shrugged. “Then I go out and announce to everyone that we’re fucking. You think I care if Daphne gets mad at me? More than that, you think Daph will be mad at me or at you?”

She knew the answer to that. “That is so freaking unfair.”

“It is. And I don’t even care.” He grinned. “And it’s going to work, isn’t it? Because one of us cares very much if this information gets out, and one of us does not.”

Helpless, Kylie could do nothing but glare at him.

“We’ll continue this little charade if you want,” he said, his voice silky and low. His fingers brushed over a lock of her hair, and then his thumb smoothed over her lip. “I’ll ignore you until we leave, but when we get in that limo, you’re coming with me.”

She was fast running out of options. “Daphne will see—”

“No.” His thumb ran over her lower lip again. “She won’t. She only sees what she wants to see, and I’ll play nice until we’re alone.”

Until they were alone? She shivered. “And then what?”

“And then I’m going to fuck my wife,” he murmured. “And I’m not going to rest until she’s screaming my name.”

“And if your wife says no?”

“She won’t,” he said softly, and he moved in to kiss her. And she should have moved away from him, but instead, she turned her mouth up to his for his kiss.

“How do you know she won’t protest?”

His lips moved over hers in a delicate caress. “Because,” he breathed against her, “her mouth is going to be too full of my cock.”

And she was unable to help the soft moan that escaped her. The mental picture of that was too damn delicious. “Just one night,” Kylie murmured.

“Just one,” Cade agreed.

Kylie had to go back to work with her panties missing. It was an incredible distraction, because her skirt wasn’t tight. Every time someone walked past, she clutched at the hem in fear it’d blow up and show that she was completely bare to her waist. She stood up and repaired her hair and makeup in her mirror, trying to hide the puffiness of her lips. She sprayed perfume and dabbed it at her pulse points so no one would smell the musky scent of sex on her.

Mostly? She fidgeted.

Cade sat on the greenroom couch that was dragged along to every one of Daphne’s shows. True to his word, he paid not the slightest bit of attention to Kylie. Instead, he focused on his phone and sipped a whiskey he’d gotten from the bar.

At least she thought he was ignoring her. At one point, she ran to the bathroom because she could still feel her own dampness between her legs, and so she scrubbed herself as best she could and tried not to get aroused by the thought that Cade could drag her back to that janitor closet at any moment and prove to her that he could make her come in the blink of an eye.

The secret, naughty part of her rather hoped he would. She tried to shut that part of her mind down.

When she returned from the bathroom, though, her phone was back on her makeup table. Surprised, she picked it up and ran her fingers over the screen. She knew she’d left that in Cade’s room this morning by accident. Unlocking the screen, she gazed at the text message on top.

Cade: I have your panties. They’re wet still, and if I put my hand in my pocket, it comes out smelling like your pussy. It’s tempting to just shove my hand in there over and over again, mostly because I love your scent.

Lord have mercy, her nipples were hard. Kylie sucked in a breath and began to text back.

Kylie: Please let me have my panties back.

Cade: Convince me.

She licked her lips nervously, tasting the thick strawberry gloss she’d put on her mouth post-closet.

Kylie: How?

Cade: Get creative.

Kylie: I’ll . . . blow you in the limo once we get out of here.

She squeezed her thighs together tightly because just thinking about that made her wet again. Why did she like the thought of being on her knees before him so much? All he had to do was smile at her and she was practically reaching for his zipper.

Cade: Tempting, but I feel I need more incentive. These are very wet panties.

She smothered a groan of frustration and glanced over at him to see if he was looking in her direction. The bastard was lounging, his pose as casual as could be. Meanwhile here she was with hard nipples and getting wet between her legs all over again. And no damn underwear!

As she watched, his hand shifted, and then he imperceptibly touched his fingers just above his mouth.

Smelling them again. Smelling her.

God. She was going to be so wet between her legs she was going to need to head back to the restroom and mop up again in a minute.

Stop that, she texted.

Cade: Or what?

This new side of Cade was driving her insane. Driving her mad with need, but also driving her crazy.

I’ll  . . . send you naked selfies, she offered.

Cade: That’s an enticing proposal. Tell you what. I’ll let you have the panties back once I receive the pictures.

Kylie gritted her teeth.

I’ll send you the selfies later. I need my panties back now.

“Who are you texting?” Ginger asked, appearing at her side.

Kylie jerked and nearly dropped her phone. “What? Huh?”

Ginger gave her another suspicious look. “What the fuck’s your problem? You’re as jumpy as Daphne.”

“Sorry,” Kylie said, putting a hand to her breasts. “You scared me.”

“I bet,” Ginger grumped. “You had this weird look on your face and you were texting like no tomorrow. Who you texting?”

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