Page 28 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 10

Who irons athletic shorts? In fact, the label on them probably specified "do not iron." Or maybe it didn't, because no one in their right mind would do it anyway.

Alex turned the TV on and flopped down on the only couch.

Bryce adjusted the pillows on his bed to lean against the headboard so that we could sit up. "Is this okay?"

I was already kicking my shoes off. "It's great." I slid onto his bed and pulled the sheets up to my waist.

His Adam's apple rose and fell as he watched me climb into his bed. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned toward the TV.

For a moment he seemed engrossed in the news report about some table tennis player losing.

"He was walking around like he had something up his ass," Tim said.

Bryce shook his head. He was probably wondering why Tim knew what that looked like.

"What movie should we watch?" Alex asked. He was scrolling through the list of titles available on demand.

Bryce walked over to the other side of the bed.

He hesitated for a second before sliding under the sheets beside me.

He put his arm around me and I rested my head against his shoulder.

I felt like I fit perfectly in his arms. His cologne completely engulfed me.

I had that fleeting thought again that I wanted to lick his skin. Calm down.

"How about that new movie based on the latest Nicholas Sparks book?" suggested Kristen. "I heard it's just as good as The Notebook."

"Nah," Alex said, cutting Kristen off. "Let me check out the adult movies."

"Stop degrading women!" Tim threw a pillow at Alex's head.

Bryce laughed. "This is basically every night with these two. Why don't we just watch that new comedy with Owen Wilson?"

"I've been dying to see that!" I said. And we liked the same kind of movies? If I had to watch one more stupid action movie with Chris I probably would have killed myself.

"Me too."

Everyone else agreed that it looked good and Alex turned it on.

Owen Wilson was as funny as Owen Harris was hot. My school girl crush on Owen Harris didn't seem nearly as strong when I was around Bryce though. And Bryce was in my fantasies way more than Owen Harris ever had been.

I put my hand on Bryce's stomach. His abs immediately tensed.

God. I could feel his muscles through his shirt.

But I wanted to run my fingers through the lines of his six pack.

I had been dreaming of doing that ever since I had run into him in the locker room.

I moved my hand to the buttons of his dress shirt.

I slowly undid one button and then another.

His body seemed to stiffen even more. Before he could protest, I slipped my hand into his shirt.

Fuck. It was even better than I had imagined.

His skin was so soft. And he had at least an eight pack, if not more.

I moved my thigh on top of his legs. I didn't care that it pushed the hem of my dress up.

I wanted his hands on my bare ass. If there was no one else in the room I would have straddled him and moved his hands to my ass for him.

I would have unhinged his belt in a heartbeat.

I so badly wanted to taste him. Just the thought was making me wet.

Instead, I undid another button and slid my hand even lower down his torso.

His breathing hitched. He ran his hand down my back and stopped at the hem of my dress.

Touch me. I lifted my thigh a little higher, making the hem of my dress rise even more.

His fingertips slipped onto my ass. He groaned. It was so quiet and low that I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't right next to him.

He slid his hand a little lower, cupping my bare ass cheek. His touch was scorching.

I slid my hand down farther trailing my fingers through his happy trail.

"Alina." His voice sounded so seductive. Just like it had after our kiss.

"Bryce." I hoped my voice sounded alluring and sexy. I traced the waistline of his pants.

He grabbed my hand to stop me from exploring further. "Are you trying to make this impossible?" he whispered.

"No." My heart was beating so loudly that I thought he could probably hear it. "I want to celebrate your victory."

He pulled the hem of my dress down and sat up a little straighter. "Not tonight."

I hadn't thought about him turning me down.

He probably thought I was such a slut. I removed my leg from his and sat up straighter too.

I bit my lip and turned my attention back to the movie.

I was so embarrassed. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my reaction.

Was this just a game to him? To see how much I'd embarrass myself because of this stupid sex ban? I folded my arms across my chest.

The bed sagged slightly, but I didn't look toward him. I was so mortified. I squeezed my eyes shut. For some reason I wanted to cry.

"You have no idea how much I want you, Alina," he whispered in my ear.

His words and his warm breath against my skin made me swallow hard.

"You're all that I can think about." He kissed the side of my neck. "I want to kiss every inch of you. I want to taste you. I want to hear you scream my name." He lightly bit my earlobe.

Holy shit. I pressed my thighs together.

He grabbed my chin and tilted my face toward his. "I just meant that we can celebrate together after you get your gold. I don't want to jeopardize your chances of winning."

I got completely lost in his blue eyes. "Kiss me."

He smiled. "Yeah, I can do that." His hand slipped to the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to him. He was such a good kisser. But I could also feel his restraint. He wanted to rip my dress off just as badly as I wanted to rip all his clothes off. He seemed to pull back way too soon.

"I can't wait until Saturday night," I said. I nestled my head onto his chest. In just a few days I'd have gold around my neck and Bryce on top of me. And I couldn't deny the fact that I was more excited about the second one.