The Billionaire's Pretend Girlf - Leslie North Page 0,47

will you be back for?”

He was quiet for a moment. “A few days.”

“And then?”

“It depends on what comes up.”

Not helpful. Or even slightly reassuring. “So I’ll just be your house sitter in the meantime, and then when you come back…”

He tutted. “No, Jackie. Think of it as less house-sitting and more house-living.”

He was trying to make her feel better—she could tell. But that just made things worse. So she was meant to be the hired help during his trips, and the girlfriend all the rest of the time.

“So like, 95% house sitter, 5% girlfriend.”

He looked down at her. “I like the second part of that more. But change the number to 100%.”

His words warmed her, even though she didn’t want them to. “Fine. I guess I’ll feed your fish for free now. As long as you promise to interrupt me in the bath again when you get back next time.”

A laugh rocketed out of him. “Will you try to karate chop me again?”

“No guarantee.”

“No deal without the karate.”

She sighed. “Should have known better than to negotiate with a businessman.”

Daniel grinned, running his thumb over her knuckles. “So we have a deal.” After a long, sweet kiss, he added, “And I’ll see about popping in during the halfway mark of my trip. If I can rearrange a few things, I might be able to come back for a day, maybe two. Just to see you.”

Jackie smiled, but she could feel it wavering.

So possibly four or five days out of a month.

Would that be enough?

16

Despite the sadness she felt, Jackie couldn’t help responding when Daniel sat up, raking his hungry gaze over her body. He tugged at the hem of her tank top, and she sat up so that he could tear it off of her.

“I don’t even know why you bothered with clothes,” he murmured before dipping down to bite at a nipple. “You know I’m just going to toss all of this across the room.”

“Maybe I like watching you do it.” She grinned as he focused on her panties next. She wriggled her hips as he pulled them down her legs, eventually tossing them to join her shirt on the floor.

“Understandable.” He propped himself up on an elbow, parked right at hip-level. He eyed her pussy like it was time for dessert. “Hopefully you’ll like watching me do what I have planned next.”

A shiver raced through her. Of course she’d love watching it. She’d be replaying it in her head for the next decade or more.

Daniel placed soft kisses over her hip bone, urging her legs apart with his chin as he sought the still-damp core of her. He swiped his tongue over her clit, which remained sensitive from their intense session at the door.

She sighed, melting back onto the bed. Of course Daniel had to make it hard to walk away.

“I just don’t want you to forget about me while I’m gone,” he murmured before covering the stiff peak of her clit with his lips.

“Impossible,” she groaned.

“Okay then, I want to make sure that when I come back, you’ll be ready for me.” He swiped his tongue across her folds, and then buried it inside her. She gasped, her legs going tense. He slurped at her, his tongue plunging deep inside her only to return to her clit. Over and over again. She moaned, her thighs forming a vice around his head.

“Mmm. There we go.” His hands joined the fun now. He pumped two fingers into her pussy while he lavished more attention on her clit. She rocked against him, relishing the friction and the sweet, unbroken attention. Her back arched as he buried his fingers deeper inside her.

“Daniel,” she breathed, “Please. I need it.”

“What, princess? Tell me.”

“You. Inside me.”

He sucked at her clit one last time before pushing onto his palms. He covered her with his body, his heavy cock immediately finding the crease of her pussy. He was fully hard again, and she was so close to the edge she could barely stand it. She just didn’t want to come again without feeling the blissful heat of him, buried to her core.

He slipped inside easily this time, his intense blue gaze stealing her breath. She couldn’t look away from him as he plunged himself inside her, beautifully slow and surprisingly sweet.

She palmed the flat planes of his chest, hooking her ankles behind him. Zeroing in on his eyes as if she could see to the depths of his soul, hoping she might find answers there. His hidden