The Billionaire's Pretend Girlf - Leslie North Page 0,17
if his hard-on could drive a nail into the wall.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.
She nodded eagerly, and he surged forward, capturing her lips against his. The first kiss was intense, but holy hell, the second one was slow, thorough, and passionate. Daniel pushed his tongue past her lips, finding hers waiting for him. She moaned a little through the kiss, and the next time she moved against him, he was positive she was rocking against him.
Because maybe she wanted it too.
Daniel’s hands cupped the roundness of her ass, his fingertips finding the hot flesh just under her ass cheeks, right past the hem of her panty line. He couldn’t stop himself. He wanted to dip in to that sweet, sacred area so bad. Jackie moaned through the next kiss, pressing herself against him. He squeezed her ass again, and she tore herself off of him mid-kiss with a groan.
“Wow, yeah!” She pushed off of him, laughing weakly. “Yeah, okay, I think we got the hang of it!”
His mouth hanging open, palms still cupped like he was touching her ass, he could only stare at her. “Yeah?”
“Yep. That’s all we needed to do.” She ran a hand through her hair and hurried back into the bedroom, calling out over her shoulder, “I think we’re solid. Good practice!”
Daniel let a long sigh slide out of him, rubbing at his face.
It was better that she stopped it when she did.
But it didn’t mean he would be able to think about anything other than her sexy ass in his grip for the next few weeks…or possibly longer.
Jackie moved on wooden legs, unsure of where she was going, just knowing that she needed to get away from Daniel.
It was too good. Her drunk plan had backfired. And she knew the full scope of the worrying situation now: if she had let it go any further, she would have torn his pants off herself and ridden him until dawn.
Come on, Jackie. Daniel’s hot, yes. He kisses 1000% better than you expected, yes. But this is a business arrangement, and you’d better not fuck this up with needless romantic bullshit that’ll set you up for eventual heartbreak!
Too bad she’d already showered, because she could go for an ice-cold rinse off right about now. She put herself in bed, reaching for the remote control. Mindless television—that was the answer. She just needed to zone out and forget about the very thick ridge of arousal that she’d felt rubbing between her legs in juuuust the perfectly right spot…
Daniel rustled around from the other room, and when he appeared in the bedroom, he was tugging off his necktie, looking particularly unaffected.
“Are you ready to go to sleep?” he asked as he undid his belt buckle, facing the walk-in closet on the far edge of the room.
“Yeah, I figured I’d just watch some TV before bed, unless it bothers you?”
“No, that’s fine. I’m going to take a quick shower. Then I’ll probably pass out.”
Jackie frowned as he disappeared into the bathroom. Passing out seemed nice. A lobotomy seemed even nicer—probably the only way she’d be able to stop thinking about those impossibly hungry kisses they’d shared.
The man kissed her like he’d been dying for it. And the way he’d sunk his fingertips into the flesh of her ass, just inches away from her pussy? He might as well have fingered her to climax right there. She’d been just a breath away from orgasm. The man’s touch was electric, and it was like he didn’t even know it.
As she flipped through channels, nothing spoke to her. Her body was still buzzing with awareness by the time he emerged from the bathroom a half hour later, shirtless and wearing simple black boxer briefs.
Her cheeks flushed. Lord in heaven, of course Daniel had a body that could make angels weep. It was only appropriate that he be brilliant, gorgeous, physically fit, and wildly successful. The fact that he was probably the world’s most emotionally unavailable man was only the rotten cherry on top of this stupidly hot sundae.
Jackie scowled, burrowing into the covers so she couldn’t see Daniel easing onto his side of the bed. Once he was settled into place with a satisfied sigh—the kind she might imagine he would let out after their amazing sex, which would never happen—she turned the channel again.
“Any requests?” she asked, trying to sound lighthearted, when in reality her heart was heavy with wanting him.
“Whatever you want is fine,” he said, and then