Bad Engagement (Billionaire's Club #10) - Elise Faber Page 0,55

and dragged him to her bedroom.

Then had her wicked way with him.

Not that he was complaining.

Having a sexy, turned-on Kate below him, hips moving, breasts bare, head thrown back as she came around him was no hardship.

It was a hard something.

Snorting, he knelt on the mattress and kissed the base of her spine. She was still naked, neither of them having bothered with pajamas several hours before. He’d just blearily made sure his alarm was good to go then gathered her close and let sleep overtake him.

Now, he tugged the sheets up and over her and disappeared into her bathroom, waiting until the door was closed before turning on the lights. He didn’t want to wake her; knew she had the day off. Blinking against the brightness, he remembered she’d drowsily mentioned an extra toothbrush under the sink, and he located it before brushing his teeth and splashing some water on his face.

Feeling slightly more human, he turned out the lights, waited for his eyes to adjust, then cracked the door, tiptoeing quietly into Kate’s bedroom.

But she was sitting up, sheet held to her chest, hair a fucking mess that he itched to run his fingers through. He crossed over to her, sat on the bed, and lightly kissed her mouth. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Did I wake you?”

Her forehead dropped to his shoulder. “No.”

“You okay?”

A nod.

He nudged her down. “Go back to sleep, Red. I’ll see you tonight.”

“But—” She yawned, started to sit up. “I should make you breakfast.”

He nudged her back down. “Another time. Sleep, love.”

“I—”

Jaime tucked the covers tightly around her. “There. You’re trapped.” He brushed her hair back, kissed her forehead. “Raincheck on breakfast.”

Her eyes closed.

He smiled. So fucking beautiful.

He pushed to his feet and started for the door.

“Jaime—”

And stubborn. He sighed. “No, breakfast, Red.”

Another yawn, a hint of tart in her tone. “I was just going to say, there’s a key in the drawer by the oven.”

Even a little cranky and tired, she undid him.

“I love you.”

“I lo . . .” Sleep pulled her under, the rest of the words a mumble.

But that was okay because he felt them in his heart anyway.

Jaime slipped from the room, headed downstairs, and out to his car. But he damned sure made certain to stop by the kitchen and grab the key from the drawer before he left.

No more closed doors.

He had the key.

Twenty

Kate

By the time she woke up fully after Jaime left, the sun was bright enough in the sky to rival her high school sleeping in days.

And her head . . . well, it felt a little like high school, too.

Alcohol and sex and not knowing her limits.

Except, she kind of knew her limits when it came to Jaime. That being, she had no limits when it came to the lovely, sexy man who’d barreled through the door to her heart and made himself right at home.

Then again, she’d thrown the door wide open.

“That’s right,” she said, stretching long and slow but keeping her eyes closed because the sun was ouchie.

Technical term, that.

Snorting, but still feeling very satisfied with herself, she rolled over, peeked enough to grab her cell, and slit open one eye to type out a message to Jaime.

You know, I was thinking this whole thing was my fault.

She pulled the covers over her head, checked her emails while she waited, but she’d barely gotten her inbox opened when her phone buzzed.

Oh, it’s definitely your fault.

Kate chuckled.

I was referring to the fact that you’re stuck with me now, rather than the fake engagement.

A pause.

I was, too.

She laughed outright that time, feeling warm and fuzzy inside and just . . . so much in love.

Barry is here for his check-up, so I need to go. Enjoy your day off.

My heart! Squee! Also, I’ll let you go take care of that cock.

Kate (and in case you couldn’t tell, that was a warning because I can’t get a boner at work).

She giggled.

See you tonight? *angel emoji*

Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.

And you’ve taken care of wild horses—or regular ones anyway, so I know you mean it. *horse emoji, heart eyes emoji, celebration emoji, heart emoji*

*kissing emoji* Proof that I’ve kept up my studying. See you tonight, Red.

Kate didn’t reply, other than with a heart to keep giving him more proof that her emoji skills were as strong as ever before setting her phone on her nightstand and pulling the covers back up and over her.

Happy.

She was happy and fulfilled and . . . she didn’t have a