Page 52 of The Thing About My Secret Billionaire

A giggle tumbles out of me, making it more certain that I’m prepared to go from first kiss to naked in a matter of minutes—something I’ve never done before. But when faced with a man who has a list of attributes as large as Dave’s desire for carrots…how is a mere mortal supposed to resist?

“You just need to build a bigger fence to keep him in,” I say as I draw my fingers from his hair and slide them across his wide, solid shoulder.

“Tell me more.” He releases a soft, breathy laugh. “Being given handyman tasks seems to be driving me wild.”

His fingers graze the side of my breast, making my nipples as hard as diamonds.

“The water troughs need filling up.” My words stumble over my heavy breaths.

Then his hand finds its way under my sweatshirt where his fingertips brush the bare skin over my ribs, sending a full body shiver through me.

“Go on.” His smiling mouth is hovering over mine again now.

“Could you check if there’s a leak in the roof of the small stable?”

“So hot,” he chuckles while dotting kisses along my jawline.

When his hand glides higher and finds my breast, everything fades to darkness, like I’ve disappeared to a new dimension that’s lined with lush, black velvet.

“What else?” His mouth is on the other side of my neck now, teasing it with his tongue, making my fingers curl into the muscles of his shoulder and my whole body vibrate with desire.

“The handle on the feed bucket came off on one side.”

“Oh no”—his body rocks with laughter—“not that.” Then his fingers swiftly dip under the edge of my bra and find my nipple.

“Sweet Jesus,” I breathe, right before I claim his mouth again.

I can’t imagine it’s possible to be wetter than I am right now, or for my clit to throb with any more desperation for his touch.

Miller holds my leg tighter across his lap and presses his hardness into it.

I want this man and I want him now. I don’t want to think about any of the problems that are all around me, I just want tofeel, to disappear into him.

I drag my hand down over the rise and fall of his bicep, the smoothness of his skin contrasting with the strength of the muscles below the surface, then duck my fingers under the bottom of his T-shirt to find the dusting of hair over his belly.

He sighs into my mouth at the contact.

As he massages my breast and tweaks my nipple, taking me ever further to a point I will never be able to crawl back from, I slip my hand inside thewaistband of his jeans. The skin there is even smoother, even softer, even warmer, and I cannot wait to taste how delicious it is.

“Fuck, Frankie,” he groans. “You’re too much.” His hips rock into my leg again. “You are so goddamn sexy.” Sparks shoot up my leg as his fingers slide up my inner thigh. “And you taste so good.” I dissolve under the slow draw of his tongue up the side of my neck. “And you feel so good.” A powerful hand kneads my breast with tender eagerness. “And I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my fucking life.” His other hand reaches the apex of my thighs and cups my heat.

That’s it. I’m lost to the sensations coursing through my body, lost to Miller, lost to his hand sliding back and forth over my jeans.

“I want you, too.” My eyes drift shut and my head drops so far back it rests against the wall behind me. “So badly.”

I’m aware of a sound before I realize what it is—Miller’s phone buzzing in his back pocket.

“Do you need to ge?—”

He kisses me as the buzzing continues. “Ignore it.”

When the sound stops, he lifts my shirt and pauses for a moment to take me in.

“Well, look at you,” he says with wonder before lowering his head to my bare skin.

His lips first make contact with a delicate spot right above my jeans, making my muscles contract and dance all at the same time. His mouth is moving higher when the buzzing resumes.

“Seriously.” The word leaves my mouth slurred. “Should you ans?—”