Page 123 of The Billion Heirs Boxed Set

I shrug and set my arm along the back of the booth so my fingers brush her shoulder. “I like taking care of you.”

“You don’t even know me,” she replies.

“I want to,” I admit. “Tell me a secret.”

She laughs. “A secret?”

I nod. “Something no one else knows.”

“I…don’t like eggs.” She actually shivers in disgust admitting that.

“That can’t be a secret,” I counter. “Your parents must know.”

She nods. “My mom does, but she doesn’t believe me that it’s a thing. I mean, who hates eggs? So she served them anyway and made me eat them. I put tons of jelly on top to get them down.”

I frown at the disgusting idea of eggs mixed with jelly and then reach out and slide a finger through her silky hair. It’s long and sticks straight to her shoulders. “No eggs. Got it.”

“What about you?” She tilts her head again.

I’m not sure if she realizes she’s done it, making room for my finger to brush down her neck.

“I’ve never done this before.”

She shifts in her seat to face me head-on and my touch falls away. I set it on her thigh, my palm on her skirt but my fingertips flirting with the short hem.

“Eaten dinner? Dated?” She laughs. “I can’t believe that. The guy I met last night was no virgin.”

A smile tugs at my lips. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

She licks her lips and her pink tongue flicks out. Damn.

“I’ve never…been with a woman I’m interested in keeping.”

She blinks. “Keeping?”

I shrug. “No woman’s ever handed me her panties before.”

Which, of course, isn’t the reason I’m interested in keeping Sadie, but this is all new to me. I’m not sure exactly what to say.

The waitress delivers Sadie’s glass of red wine and she waits until the woman leaves before she speaks.

“That was a game for a bachelorette party. You can’t tell me guys don’t do dares or stupid things at bachelor parties.”

I scratch my temple. “All we do is see how trashed we can all get while ogling strippers. I liked the panty thing a hell of a lot better.”

“I bet you did.” She takes a sip of wine. “The panty thing isn’t a secret, though. I was there. I know about it.”

I study her, all light and bright and sweet. I want to mess her up so fucking bad. Get those lips swollen, see if her nipples match the color of her blush. Hell, I wonder if her pussy is just as pink.

“I said I’ve never done this before. That’s a secret. I’ve never wanted a woman in my bed so bad before. I’ve never wanted to keep her there. My secret is most of the women I’ve been with have been flings.”

“Fuck ’em and forget ’em,” she says.

“Not as crude as that. I respect women. Appreciate their wants and desires as much as mine, but never more than once.”

“But I’m different?” she whispers.

I lean in close, kiss her forehead. “I’m not sure if I’ll ever get enough.”