Page 16 of My Best Friend’s Billionaire Brother (Billionaire Brothers #4)

The door automatically closes behind me as I patter after Will and into the main section of the room. Avoiding eye contact, I turn around, pulling my hair over my shoulder and exposing my back. “I think the zipper’s just a bit sticky,” I say quietly .

I hear his footsteps coming up behind, and then I feel his presence. The soft exhale of his breath against my skin, his hands grabbing the fabric against my back. I feel him pulling on the zipper, but it does nothing. He tugs a bit harder.

“It’s … not working,” he eventually says.

“Try harder,” I say. “It’s just stuck.”

He tugs harder, jostling my body. I grit my teeth, remembering the last time we were this close. The things he’d done to me, the things he’d made me feel. Fuck, just the proximity of him again is turning my brain to mush.

He continues tugging, but the zipper doesn’t want to budge.

“Harder,” I say, the word catching in my throat.

He yanks violently, enough to pull me back against him, and suddenly the zipper gives way, tearing all the way down my back, my dress sliding from my grasp and pooling on the floor around me. Will catches me as I stumble backward, his arms wrapped around my waist.

I gasp, staring down at my body, only clad in a white, lacy bra and panties.

Will seems frozen as well, his hands hot on the skin of my stomach, but he doesn’t move.

He doesn’t move a muscle. I feel my breath quicken, my chest rising and falling, images of our night together two weeks ago flashing through my mind.

The way he’d touched me, the way he’d filled me, the way I’d moaned his name.

And I hate myself for it—because I know I’m just falling again for someone who’s only going to brush me aside come morning—but I desperately want the rush of him all over again.

So maybe I could take the heartbreak just one more time.

Unable to take the tension any longer, I spin around, Will’s hands still on my waist, grab the collar of his shirt, and pull his lips down to meet mine. There’s surprise in his response, but only for a second. And then he’s devouring me .

He claims my mouth as his, forcing his tongue in to tangle with my own. He grips my hair tightly at the back of my head, holding me steady as he deepens the kiss.

He pushes me backward until I’m pressed up against the wall, and then he reaches down to grab my leg under the knee, pulling it up so that it rests around his hip.

He breaks the kiss to stare into my eyes, pinning me with his gaze as he lowers his hand between my legs, under my panties, to find my soaking wet center.

He glides a finger along my slit, and I moan, throwing my head back against the wall.

He grins, biting his lip. “Fuck, yes,” he growls.

Then he slowly slides a finger inside of me. I yelp as he curls the finger upward, making a “come hither” motion. I squeal when he inserts a second finger and does the same. I grip his shirt, the sensation of his fingers inside me practically undoing me .

He starts pumping his fingers, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. I whine, closing my eyes, desperate for more, but knowing I’m at his complete mercy. My mouth open in a permanent O, I surrender to the ecstasy.

His other hand finds the top of my bra and yanks it down, exposing my breasts, which are heaving while I pant. He fingers my nipple, pinching it sharply and causing me to cry out in both pain and pleasure.

He pumps his fingers faster, and I’m desperate.

“Will,” I whimper.

“Yeah, Josie?” he whispers, pressing his lips against my ear. “What do you want?”

What do I want? My mind trips over that question and falters for a moment. What do I want? More of what he’s doing, yes. To come, yes. But also … more of him. The real him. Not just sex. Not just this. I want Will. I’ve always wanted Will.

But this isn’t the way to get him. It can’t be.

“Wait,” I say, my voice choking .

Will immediately senses the shift and stops. He removes his hands from me, taking a small step back. There’s that concern on his face again. Just like the night he’d saved me from Owen. My hero. Why can’t he be my hero now? “Are you okay?” he asks.

It’s then that I realize I’m crying. Crying . Fuck. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and I’m unable to stop them.

“I can’t do this,” I whisper, brushing past him to reach for the closest piece of clothing I can find. A white, fluffy robe laid out on the bed.

“What?” Will stammers, staring at me in bewilderment.

“I can’t do this with you,” I repeat, tying the robe around my waist and, without thinking, grabbing my hotel key and running toward the door.

“Wait, Josie—" Will calls after me, but I’m already out of the room, running down the hallway. I don’t look to see if he’s followed me. I don’t care .

I run through the empty villa, finding a secluded stretch of garden on the other side of the house where I hunker down, bury my face in my hands, and cry.

I don’t know how long I sit there crying under the starlight, the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore reverberating in my ears.

But when I finally return to my room, Will is gone.