Page 32 of The Billionaire in Her Bed

“What on earth are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” He did the same with her other foot. “Taking your shoes off.”

“That’s obvious. Why?”

He lifted her stockinged feet and laid them over his lap. “No massage would be complete without a foot rub.”

“Oh.”

He grinned. His talented fingers had worked magic on her shoulders, neck, and back, but what they were doing now was pure heaven. Her toes curled involuntarily, and her feet arched into his hands.

“You don’t have to do this.”

“I know. I want to.”

He worked his fist into the ball of her foot, and she drew in a quick breath. “God, that’s the most amazing feeling ever.”

“Really?” He slid his hand up her leg. “The most amazing? Better than my mouth on your breast? Or my cock in your…?”

“Stop.” She held up a hand, cutting him off, and looked pointedly at Jaden’s crib. “Don’t tempt me with what I can’t have.”

“There’s always tonight.” His hand slid a little higher. “What time does Charise get off work?”

“Not soon enough.”

“Well, sex maybe be out of the immediate picture, but there’s nothing stopping us from doing this.”

He took her legs from his lap and turned her to her side, stretching out with her and hovering over her like a panther waiting to pounce. Time seemed to stop with his hard edges molded to her soft curves, his mouth millimeters from hers, those ice-blue eyes studying her with an intensity that stole her breath and made rational thought impossible.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her ability to form a coherent sentence surprising her.

“I thought I heard something.”

She turned her head toward the bassinet. “The baby?”

“I’m not sure.”

They stayed that way for a minute, pressed together in a kind of torturous sexual limbo, listening to the hiss of the radiator and the steady hum of the midday traffic three floors below.

She turned back to him. “Whatever it was, it’s gone now.”

“Good.”

This time the panther pounced without waiting, latching his mouth onto hers and teasing her lips with his tongue. She tunneled her fingers through his hair and let herself get lost in the kiss. She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so deliciously wicked. It was like she was a teenager again, sneaking her boyfriend over for a few stolen kisses while she was babysitting.

He ground against her, and the evidence of his arousal pressed into her hip. Yep. Her teenage years, all over again. Except now she knew exactly what she was missing. She knew how he’d feel inside her, how he’d start off nice and easy and then pick up the pace, pumping faster and harder until…

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She tensed and broke off the kiss. “Okay, that I heard.”

“Open up.” David’s voice came through loud and clear from the other side of the door. “I know you’re in there.”

“David,” Eli mouthed.

“He means we know you’re in there,” Chris corrected.

“And Chris,” Brooke whispered.