Page 61 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

We discuss the menu and place our orders. Then Chance tells me about his childhood on Magic Island.

“I’ve visited other places, but I always come home. There’s everything here,” he says, his eyes turning dreamy. “There’s family, the beaches, the woods…”

“And your employees to boss around?”

He laughs. “Yes, exactly. Can’t leave them to roam free, can I?”

I smile. “Certainly not.”

We chat about everything and nothing as we tuck in our meals. When we’re finishing up our desserts, I can’t believe the time has gone so fast.

I don’t want it to end.

It’s only a date.

But the way he smiles across the table and leans forward. His eyes are on me like I’m the only person that exists in his world. It’s making my pulse race with something other than just wanting us between the sheets together.

I want… more.

Fuck. No, I can’t think that.

We exit the restaurant and get into the car. It’s a quiet drive back to the Resort. I alternate between looking at Chance and out the window.

He stops in front of the villa and gets out as I do. He waits for me to come around and we start up the walkway together.

He walks in measured steps as if he doesn’t want the night to be over.

Or is that my wishful thinking?

We climb up the porch steps and the night is set to be over.

We face each other.

“We’re here,” I sing, trying to smile but failing woefully.

“Yeah, we are.” There’s no smile on his face. Just the overhead lamp highlighting his features. He looks tense. Why? I’m not sure.

“Hmm.” I nod. “So, this is goodnight?”

Why am I asking? Of course, it is.

His brow goes up but he doesn’t reply. Instead, his eyes drop to my lips. I lick them instinctively and his chest heaves.

I swallow, looking at his lips too now, wanting him.

I shouldn’t.

He closes the gap between us suddenly, his lips claiming mine. The breath leaves my lungs as his body presses into mine and his arms wrap around me, pulling me against him.

I open my mouth to receive his kiss and his tongue dives in.

I’m panting, trying to hold on. Just as I let my purse go, he spins us so my back meets the wall. I grab his neck and pull him down, kissing him more deeply.

He groans, hands caressing down to my ass and squeezing. His grip hardens and he thrusts.

My eyes split wide and I meet his heated gaze. He’s hard steel, poking against my lower belly. I gasp, my core clenching with need.

Damn our earlier agreement, I want him to fuck me. Hard.