The Billionaire's Seduction (The Billionaire's Temptation #1) - J. S. Cooper Page 0,27
straight, determined his hot body wouldn’t distract me.
“My full name is Harrison Bradley Green.” He grinned at me.
“Okay, Bradley.”
“But everyone calls me Harry.” He paused. “Especially my good friends, and of course, my fiancée.”
“Why of course,” I purred. “Why don’t I call you naughty Harry, for a more personal effect?”
“No, Sarah.” He sighed. “Just Harry.”
“Fine, Just Harry.” I grinned. “Like those books Just William.”
“Who?” He looked confused.
“They are English books about this rascal of a boy William and he does all sorts of crazy things and…”
Harry held his hand up. “Okay, okay. I get it. And no. Not Just Harry. Just call me by my first name, please.”
“Fine, asshole.”
“That’ll do.” He smiled at me sweetly, and I looked away. He had no right to look so handsome and boyish when he smiled. “I’ll call you, Sarah.”
“That is my name.”
“Sarah dearest, would you like a cookie?” He reached over and caressed my face, staring at me in wonder. My heart started beating so quickly that I thought I was going to have a heart attack.
“Um, what?” I swallowed hard as I stared back into his eyes.
“Would you like anything to eat, my love?” He moved in and lightly kissed my lips. “I just want to make sure you are okay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I relaxed under his mouth and kissed him back tenderly, telling myself it was the alcohol making me lose my inhibitions so quickly. I pressed my lips against his harder and pushed my tongue into his mouth. I ran my hands up and down his chest and melted into him as I kissed him. “Mmm,” I moaned into him happily. I felt him gently push me away, eyes sparkling and a huge grin on his face.
“Don’t get too carried away, Sarah. My parents are pretty old-school, they don’t need to see us making love.”
“Oh.” My face flushed red. He hadn’t been kissing me because he wanted me but because he was practicing his act. “Well, I want to be convincing, seeing as you are a sex-God and everything.”
“Sure.” He laughed and traced his fingers across my lips. “I must say you are a very good actress, Sarah. Very good indeed.” He slipped his finger into my mouth and stared into my eyes. His finger tasted salty and I imagined that his cock would probably taste pretty similar at that point. I felt myself getting horny and bit his finger hard.
“Ow.” He yanked his finger out of my mouth and frowned. “That hurt.”
“Oh, did it?” I smiled at him sweetly. “My bad.”
“So, what’s your middle name?” He pulled away from me slightly and I suppressed a smile. There was no way I could keep my hands off him if he was so close to me.
“Karen.” I sighed. “Sarah Karen Smith.”
“Cute.”
“Plain and boring.” I scrunched up my nose. “My parents had no originality.”
“Sure they did, Sarah Karen,” he teased me. “At least it wasn’t Pippi Longstocking or something.”
“Yeah, there’s that I suppose.”
“Okay, so you’re twenty-two.” He looked at me. “When do you turn twenty-three?”
“Next week.”
“So I’m not as much older than you as you thought.” He grinned at me mischievously.
“Yeah. You are only nine years older, I guess.” I stuck my tongue out at him.
“I have eighteen-year-olds throwing themselves at me, Sarah. Many women don’t have the same problems with age that you do.”
“I don’t have a problem with it.” I frowned. Who were these eighteen-year-olds that wanted him and did he want them? Gross!
“I’m not in the habit of dating younger women, Sarah.” He looked at me intently. “In fact, I don’t date them. I prefer my women mature and worldly and in their thirties.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Women in their thirties don’t play games. I don’t play games either, so it’s a perfect match.”
“Why don’t you hire one of them to be your fiancée then?” I jumped off of the couch. “And take me home.”
“Sarah.” Harry jumped up and pulled me into his arms. “I don’t want them to be my fake fiancée. I want you.”
I burst out laughing suddenly and buried my head into his shoulder. I was laughing so hard that my body was convulsing.
“Are you okay?” He pulled me back slightly and gazed into my eyes.
“Yes,” I gulped out between laughs. “Sorry, you just reminded me of that Hallmark movie?”
“Huh?” He looked at me puzzled and cocked his head. “Hallmark?”
“Yeah, I saw this movie a few months ago called, and it made me laugh.”
“Because?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. “It just did.”