Page 88 of Billion Dollar Vow

I yawn, feeling the exhaustion finally catch up with me.

“Let’s get you home. I organized a car,” he says, helping me to my feet.

In the car, I snuggle up beside him, curling into his side, our fingers intertwined. His thumb brushes slow circles across the back of my hand, causing a flutter in my stomach.

The drive is peaceful, the city lights blurring past the windows as we talk about our favorite moments of the night.

We arrive at home and head inside his place.

He closes the door behind us, then leans against it, eyes locked on mine. “Can we pick up where we left off?”

I arch an eyebrow, slowly turning to face him fully. “Now you want to?”

He steps closer, his hands flexing at his sides like he’s holding himself back. “Please,” he rasps, gaze raking over me. “Don’t make me beg.”

I take a teasing step back. “I think I need to hear you say it.”

His jaw tightens, and then… he does. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for so damn long. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll beg all night if that's what it takes.”

An ache grows as I close the distance, brushing my fingers along the hem of my shirt.

“Well then,” I whisper, lips closer to his, “start begging.”

His breath hitches, hands fisting, and when I finally start to undress under his smoldering gaze, everything else disappears.

Chapter 24

Karley

“Wheredoyouthinkyou’re going?” Oliver rumbles through the quiet of the room.

I pause mid-step, caught in the act of sneaking away to the bathroom. As I glance over my shoulder, my breath hitches at the sight of him. The soft morning sunlight filters through the half-drawn curtains, spilling golden light across the bed. It illuminates the toned lines of his relaxed, naked body, the disheveled mess of his dark hair, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. He looks incredibly sexy, like something out of a dream.

His eyes soften as they meet mine, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “Come back here,” he murmurs, his outstretched hand inviting me closer.

“Give me two minutes. I’ll be right back.”

When I return, he’s still lying there, waiting, the sheets low across his hips. I crawl back into bed and let his arms wrap around me, holding me in a way that feels both safe and dangerous all at once.

“That’s better,” he says against my hair.

I nestle into him, inhaling his woodsy scent. The soft tickle of his chest hair brushes against my cheek, and I sigh in contentment, momentarily forgetting the outside world.

“What are your plans today?” I ask.

He hums, the vibrations rolling deep through his chest. “I have one idea,” he replies before he flips me onto my back, pinning me beneath him.

My pulse quickens, every nerve in my body sparking to life under his heated gaze. His proximity is intoxicating, and I find myself lost in his eyes.

“Oliver,” I begin, attempting to steer the conversation, even as a smile plays on my lips.

“Are you turning me down?” he teases, his tone mock-wounded, but his grin entirely wicked.

“No,” I say with an exaggerated roll of my eyes. “But I was hoping you’d come with me to check out the house I bought.”

His expression shifts, his eyes widening slightly. “Of course, I’ll come.”

“We need to get ready soon.”