Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,57
was going to say. The engagement may have been fake, but after seeing you two together, I know the love is real.” She pulls me in for a warm hug. “And you know what, I have a feeling that the next time you come back here, you’re gonna have the right kind of ring on your finger. The one that lets you two share a bedroom.”
A wedding band? “Do you really think so?”
She releases me with a soft smile. “I really do. I have a sense about these things. And I know Darius better than anyone else does. Except maybe you, that is.” She gives me one of her famous winks.
We say our goodbyes and get into the town car that will take us back to the airport. Darius has all our bags loaded in the trunk, but as we pull away, I feel a nagging suspicion we’ve left something behind. “Where’s my backpack?”
He waves his hand, gesturing behind him. “In the trunk with your other bags. All... of your other bags. For someone so small, you sure pack a lot.”
As we pull down the drive, I think back over the whirlwind packing job I did early that morning. I was flying on cloud nine and could have easily left my laptop on the nightstand. In fact, I’m certain I did leave it on my nightstand. “Do you mind if we pull over and check?”
“Of course.” He stops the driver and gets out with me. The trunk opens and I see my backpack. Lifting it, I feel the weight of my computer inside, but I still pull back the zipper to check. It’s in there, but in the main section of the bag, not the protective sleeve I usually slide it into. Knowing I was so deliriously tired last night, my man literally had to carry me up the stairs, I chalk it up to fatigue.
“All set?” Darius looks to me for my approval.
I give him a nod. He shuts the trunk and we get back into the car, headed for home.
The flight is uneventful. I’m still buzzing from our shared declaration of love. I don’t even feel scared during landing.
We arrive in Vegas, and I step out into the hot, dry air. And find myself missing the lush green of Georgia. But at least my hair is manageable once again. I take my backpack, throwing it onto my shoulders, Darius insists on carrying my other bags for me, as he always does, that’s just the daddy in him and I love it.
Then it hits me... where am I going?
He takes our things, handing them to his Vegas driver, the one who took me home after our first night together. Is he dropping me off at my apartment, first, then heading to his penthouse?
I stand on the sidewalk feeling like a lost orphan, unsure of where I belong.
He’s opening the door for me, yet my feet won’t budge. His brows knit in confusion. “Are you going to get in or am I going to have to pick you up and put you in this car like I put you in the bed last night?”
It’s too much to tell him what I’m thinking. To admit that I want to go with him. I mean, we’ve just spent like two whole weeks together. He probably needs a break. “I-I just... um. I just don’t know where we’re going.”
“Daddy’s taking you home.”
“To my apartment?”
“No. I said, daddy’s taking you home. Now get your ass in this car, little girl. It’s hot as hell out here.”
My heart fills to the brim, spilling over into a giggle. I rush to the car, receiving a stinging swat on my rear as I crawl across the seat.
He rolls the smoky privacy glass up in the car, hiding us from the driver. “Opaque, and soundproof. Just what we need so I can get a little playtime with my Katie Kat.”
He kisses my neck, that soft spot at the base that makes a moan rise from my throat. He pulls me up and over him. I’m straddling him, my knees on either side of his thighs. He pulls me down on his lap, and I feel the bulge of his hardening erection through the thin fabric of my leggings. He kisses me, and as he does, I steal every ounce of pleasure I can, rubbing against him and riding him as he cups and squeezes my breasts.
His mouth finds my ear and his breath is hot, tickling my lobe.