Page 48 of Untouchable Billionaire

His light eyes twinkle at me, and I can't tell if they are blue or green.

She asks the legit stud, "Shall we?"

He turns and nods to her.His profile is beautiful too.Straight nose.Strong jaw, but not hard.The curve of his neck, proud and regal.

She takes off for the elevator, but he turns his attention back on me and walks over.

His eyes grab and hold mine again, and I feel the power of his aura when he arrives.He stands tall, towering over me, and the space between us becomes thick with electricity.

He doesn't say anything.He simply bends over and reaches for my phone.My body tunes into his in a way I've never experienced with another man before, and it feels like a million butterflies are soaring inside.

"I believe you dropped this … again," he says, and his face tilts to look up at me.

My mouth goes dry, and my heart skips a beat in shock.The overhead light shines unguarded into his eyes, and they are emerald green!

Fuck me!This man is gorgeous.

I am dumbfounded, and as he stands, I stare into his peaceful pools.

He holds out his hand and says, "Here you go."

I force my eyes to look down at my phone cradled in his palm.For a moment, I just stare, hesitating.Knowing that when I touch him, our chemistry will explode, and it's a genie that won't go back in the bottle.

Then I reach for my phone, and his big hand closes over mine, holding it hostage, ensuring that the electric current surges into me.With the speed of light, it travels up my arm and down to my clit, where it pops.

My eyes shoot back to his, and his crinkle like he knows what just happened.

I whisper, "Thanks."

"You're very welcome," rumbles from his chest.

Then he backs away, holding my hand until the distance pulls it from his, and I melt with the subtle meaning that he didn't want to let me go.

He turns and walks off to join Mrs.Smith, who has waited patiently at the elevator.

Thoroughly enchanted, I admire his retreating manliness.

He is confident but not cocky.

His shoulders are very broad.

His waist is very small.

His legs are straight.

His posture is perfect.

His gait is strong.

He glides with masculine grace.

I watch his ass moving in his jeans.

It is to die for!My mouth waters.

He is some kind of sexy.

Mrs.Smith leans around his torso so she can see me."Miss Wright, didn't I see you with groceries earlier?"