Page 116 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

Instead of giving myself an opportunity to do anything weird, I just started to walk. As I passed him, he immediately slipped his hand in mine. I tightened my fingers around his and swallowed all the words rolling around in my head. Especially the “I missed you” that kept threatening to spill out.

We walked in silence, hand in hand down the boardwalk.

It was already pretty busy since the 4 th of July crowd was mostly still in town.

I was trying to look anywhere but at him when he started talking.

And I swore he said he missed me, but I couldn’t be certain. I looked up at him. “What did you say?”

“I said I missed you today, Jellyfish Girl. I’m used to you being at the beach with me on Tuesdays.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode. He had said no more games last night. So why was I keeping what I wanted to say locked up? “I missed you too. I’d spend every second with you if I could.” Oh crap, too honest?

But he just smiled.

God, I wanted to kiss his perfect lips again.

When we turned down the street that his apartment was on, I was relieved to get away from the crowds.

But then with each step closer to his apartment, my heart started to beat faster.

J.J. had told me to bring a swimsuit. Which meant we were either heading down to the beach in a bit, or his pool.

He did not say we were going to have super hot sex again.

But I couldn't help but think we'd be doing that too.

He didn't say a word to me as we walked into his building. Or as the elevator doors slid open. Or when we stepped on.

But soon as the doors closed, he leaned against the side of the elevator and pulled me against him.

His hands trailed down my back and stopped just above my ass.

"Hey," he said. His voice sounded so sexy.

Maybe he had no intention of swimming or going to the beach.

I could feel his erection through his swim trunks.

Maybe we were just going to have mind-blowing sex all night instead.

I smiled up at him. I wasn't going to protest that at all. I closed my eyes and tilted my head up so that he'd kiss me.

Instead he ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. For some reason it felt even more intimate than a kiss. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me so intently, our noses a fraction of an inch away from touching again. I was completely lost in his blue eyes.

"Everyone's already up at the pool," he said. "I'm glad I have a new chicken fighting partner. We're going to crush them."

It took me a second to process what he was saying.

"Oh, fun." All I wanted to do was press the button to stop the elevator and jump his bones.

But he had told me what he was inviting me over for.

I just hadn't realized his friends would be a part of it.

He lived with his friends, though. Of course they'd be here.

But they were all at the pool. Which meant his apartment was currently empty.

"Actually, I need to use the bathroom real quick," he said and pressed the button for his floor.

"Yeah, me too." I wasn't sure why I said it. I didn't have to use the restroom. But really I just wanted to be alone with him in his apartment. Apparently that was what he wanted too. Or maybe he actually had to pee.

The elevator doors opened a second later, so I didn't have time to analyze the way he was looking at me.

I watched him unlock his door. I wanted to be forward.

But if he actually had to take a piss, he'd make fun of me.

I bit my lip and walked into his apartment.

The lights were off, but the sun was streaming in through the closed curtains.

I heard the door lock behind me. I gulped. He flipped the switch and the room was flooded in light.

"I don't actually need to go to the bathroom," I said. It was easier to be bold when I wasn't staring directly at him.

J.J. wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the side of my neck. "Me either." And I knew he wasn't lying. I could feel his erection pressing against the small of my back now. He pushed the bottom of my tank top up, pressing his palms against my skin.

"Aren't your friends waiting for us?"

He continued to push my tank top up until his hands reached my bikini top. He massaged my breasts through the thin fabric. "Would you be mad if I told you I was just trying to get you alone?"

I laughed, but my laugh quickly turned to a moan as his fingers found my nipples.

He untied my bikini top and pushed it and my tank top up.

I lifted my arms and let him trace my skin with his fingertips as he pulled them both off.

They fell to the floor. Last time I had lost my top in his apartment, I had covered myself.

This time, I kept my arms to my side. I wanted him to see me. And I wanted to see him.

"You could have just come to my place if you wanted to be alone with me," I said as his fingers ran down my stomach. My whole body felt alive.

"Ever since I saw you in my room, I can't stop thinking about having you naked on my bed."

I gulped.

"And I'm barely ever alone here. I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity.

" He undid the button on my jeans shorts and pushed them and my bathing suit bottoms down over my hips.

They fell down my legs. His fingers trailed back up the insides of my thighs.

One hand continued up to my breast, but the other stayed between my thighs, inching closer and closer to where I was aching for his touch.

I moaned when his fingers brushed across my wetness.

"You're so wet for me, Mila." His breath was hot against my neck. His finger encircled me, teasing me.

I moaned at his dirty words. But my moan quickly turned into a squeal when he lifted me over his shoulder and carried me to his room.

There were so many things we still needed to talk about.

But for just a few moments, I wanted to feel instead of think.

He placed me on the edge of his bed. I wasn’t sure where he’d lost his swim trunks, but he thrust deep inside of me, my name on his lips.

Maybe I’d just feel instead of think for the rest of my life.