The Billionaire’s Girlfriend Bet - Leslie North Page 0,23

him as he palmed each breast in turn, her breath hitting his chin as they locked eyes.

“Jesus, Michelle,” Blake whispered, thumbs swiping over the tight points of her nipples. Her eyes fluttered shut and she rocked against him again. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”

“For how long?” she asked, her head tilting to the side as he gently tweaked and massaged her breasts.

“Since the second I saw you.” And it wasn’t a lie. From the moment he’d stumbled into the training room and seen her, he’d wanted her. But he wouldn’t have acted on it if the bet hadn’t brought him here. So in a way, maybe he needed to be thankful for it.

He pushed her shirt up, sucking in a breath when he saw her pebbled, rosy nipples. He dipped down and took one between his lips, laving his tongue over the hard tip. Michelle shivered in his grip, her legs tightening around him.

“God, Michelle.” He mouthed the other nipple, scraping his teeth over it. “You are so fucking beautiful. Do you even realize?”

She chuckled, low and throaty. “Oh, please. You just have me on top of you and you like the angle.”

“Not true. I mean, very true, but not the entire truth.”

Michelle’s eyes fluttered shut and she rocked against him again. “Just kiss me again.”

Blake didn’t need to be told twice. Cupping her rib cage in his hands, he sought out her mouth for another kiss, relishing the weight and heat of her on top of him as their tongues danced, fervent and wild. They kissed so hard that his lips went numb. When they broke apart, Michelle looked at him with wild eyes.

“I could kiss you forever,” she murmured, her gaze falling to his mouth. “You’re dangerous.”

He grinned, running his thumb back and forth across her arm. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not bad. Just…” She sighed, eyes fluttering shut again. “Just fucking perfect.”

Blake shifted beneath her, his cock aching for some attention. But Michelle, for however much she wanted him, clearly had her reservations. He could smell them from a mile away. And he was very sure that they had everything to do with her daughter upstairs.

It would be her choice. He was absolutely determined that she would choose wherever things went between them. But still, he wanted to at least let her know what was on the table… “You know I’ve thought about getting you undressed…laid out…legs spread…” He wet his bottom lip as he watched her expression go from heated to positively primal.

“I want that,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “I want it so much. I just…”

Yes. There it was. The hesitation he’d been sensing at the edges of their kisses. Even though she’d gotten lost in the passion beside him, she had a tether. Unlike him.

“What is it?” he urged.

“I think we should take it slow,” she whispered. “I’m worried about Mollie. I mean, not about her, I just…I don’t want her to find us…or walk in on anything…or get confused…” She gnawed at her bottom lip. “She doesn’t sleep very well at night, and she might wake up, and if she comes down here…”

Blake nodded, smoothing his hands over the tops of her thighs. “I get it. Don’t worry.”

“But I want…this,” Michelle added, nuzzling the side of his face. “I want you.”

Blake took Michelle by the chin and stared into eyes. “I want you too, Michelle. And I’ll wait as long as you need.”

He didn’t know where those words had come from. Blake wasn’t a man who waited for much.

But this wasn’t him playing her. He wasn’t feeding her lines.

He really wanted to see where this might go. Just this once. Just to know.

8

A few days later, Blake was scheduled to deliver the workout equipment he’d selected for donation to the local nonprofit that Michelle had suggested. And as usual, he’d turned this into yet another opportunity for them to see each other.

Michelle would be arriving on her own from work. Blake had offered to pick her up, but she’d told him that she needed to run an errand before meeting him. Delaying their reunion even slightly longer than necessary felt like a type of torture, since he’d been barely containing his excitement to see her again ever since his birthday.

He paced the cement walkway outside of the nonprofit building when his phone buzzed in his pocket. A text from Grayson had arrived on their group thread.

“Hey, buddy. Haven’t heard from you recently about the bet. What’s the