Page 18 of Faking it with the Billionaire

He drags both of my arms above my head, pushing me up against the wall, this time trapping me. I have nowhere to go, and while I could outmaneuver him with my legs, the truth is that I don’t want to.

It’s a dangerous game, and I want to see where this leads.

Will he kiss me? Touch me? Taste me?

My breathing deepens, the longer he holds me against the wall, my chest rising and falling. I’m not the only one feeling the heat sizzle between us.

I swear his cock is poking me, and I want to glance down, but if I do, I’m worried he’ll pull away from me. I want that even less.

“Cat got your tongue?” I ask, staring up at him.

His eyes have darkened, and he leans down. I swear his lips will graze mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. His breath lingers over my lips, the heat melting together, mixing like an aphrodisiac, and I’m under his spell.

“Are you in?” he asks, and his voice is thicker, heavier. I swear the scent he evokes is a heavy musk that permeates all of my senses. He smells amazing, and I want to reach in and lick his neck, tease him, drive him over the edge. I want him to beg me to let me fuck him.

But I would guess he’d make me be the one to do all the begging.

“What are the terms?” I force the words past my lips. My jaw feels heavy, the words like a lead balloon, while my legs grow wobbly under his spell.

“We would have to kiss, make public displays of affection, have people believe that we’re a real item in public.”

I thought this little game was to convince his daughter that we’re together because having two nannies seems outrageous. “Why does the public care what you do?” I whisper, staring into his piercing blue eyes.

My insides flutter, but this time it’s not my stomach doing the dance. I want him more than I’ve wanted anything or anyone.

I blame it on his proximity. The fact he has me nestled against the wall, and he doesn’t seem intent on letting me go anytime soon.

His breath tickles my neck as he leans in beside my ear. “It’s not only my daughter who needs convincing this is real. We’ll have a nanny who has to believe we’re together. And the team,” he says, grazing my ear.

“The team you outed me to that I’m a bodyguard?”

Did he miraculously forget what happened with Jasper?

“They’ll believe any story that I sell them,” Kyler says, a little too confident.

My eyes involuntarily slip closed, and I feel a silent shudder ripple through my body. The man knows how to turn me on, even when I’m fighting it. And for the record, I am fighting it. Just maybe not hard enough. I press my lips together, mulling over his words. “But they’re not the public,” I say. “What’s your endgame?”

There has to be more, something he expects out of all of this. “It would keep the spotlight off my daughter,” Kyler says.

And that’s reason enough for me to agree.

I’d be doing my job. Protecting Bristol.

“You’re not convinced,” he says and pulls back slightly.

I whimper in protest from the lack of warmth, and the electricity humming through my body has since vanished. He releases his tight grip on me. “I’ll pay you six figures on top of the initial contract.”

“Seven. I want seven figures,” I say. “If I have to put up with your ass and pretend to like you, I won’t do it for a penny less.”

He smirks and holds out his hand. “Deal.”

SEVEN

KYLER

I putit into writing that I’ll pay Emerson a minimum of 1.2 million dollars to put up with my shenanigans. Well, it wasn’t in those exact words. And yes, she weaseled another two hundred grand from me when she realized the arrangement is ongoing until the threat with the Moretti family is extinguished.

That’s the only threat I’ve told her about. But it’s not the worst one out for blood.