Page 46 of Protected By My Playboy Billionaire

“I’ll get the sauce.” She hurries to the stove while I hide my smile and fill up the two plates with a generous amount of spaghetti. How much did this girl make? There’s no way we can eat all of that. A small hand reaches for one of the plates and pulls it away from me. She adds sauce to it and takes the second plate. As she pours the sauce onto the pasta, a bit spills onto my hand, scalding me slightly.

Shit. I pull my hand away reflexively. I fight the urge to swear out loud as I look down at my fingers, now covered in steaming pasta sauce.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Elana’s eyes widen in alarm as she rushes to grab a paper towel. A thought runs through my mind, and I act on it before I have time to reconsider. I grab her hand and pull her back to me. Her worry-filled eyes lift to mine.

“Look at what you did.” My voice is soft as I let go of her hand and lift mine. “You don’t need a paper towel to clean this up.” A gentle suggestion that she doesn’t seem to get. Her eyes dart between my fingers and my face, unsure of what I mean. She opens her mouth and closes it, obviously confused. “I’m not a fan of wasting perfectly good sauce just because it’s not on a plate.” Still, she doesn’t understand what I’m telling her to do, so I lift my fingers up to her lips. “Clean. It. Up.” I bite out each word as her eyes widen in shock.

You get it now?

She slowly parts her lips, her wide, gorgeous eye staring up at me, and I slowly slide two of my fingers into her warm mouth.

“Good girl. Now suck.”

She closes her lips around my fingers, and I feel her tongue slither under them before she starts sucking gently. Fucking hell. My cock presses against my pants, throbbing with roaring arousal, threatening to drive me mad if I don’t release it. I pull my fingers out of her mouth and gently take her chin between my thumb and pointer finger. Leaning down, I slowly place a kiss on her lips.

“Take the plates to the living room,” I whisper into her mouth before pulling away and taking the empty pots to the sink.

After discarding my blazer and popping a few buttons of my shirt open, I stride into the living room, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. Elana’s already settled on the couch, a plate of pasta balanced on her lap, with another waiting for me on the coffee table. Her face lights up as she sees me. It actually lights up, not the polite smiles I’m so used to seeing fromother people.

“Hey,” she greets me warmly and pats the spot next to her.

“Good choice,” I say, nodding towards the TV that’s already turned to Netflix,Friday the 13thon the screen.

“I’ve never watched it,” she admits as I take a seat beside her and place the bottle of wine on the coffee table next to my plate.

“And I’ve never eaten in the living room.” I give her a smile before handing her a glass.

“When did you watch it?” She takes the glass from me, and I rise to my feet to turn on the fireplace.

“Ethan and I watched it ages ago.” I kneel and flick the flames to life. “You were with us, actually. We were left to… to babysit you that night.” The thought is absurd, considering the situation that we’re in.

I rise and walk back to the couch. Judging by the look of embarrassment on her face, the same thoughts flash through her mind.

“What a turn of events, huh?” I say as I uncork the wine.

“I had a crush on you,” she murmurs, her cheeks turning pink.

“Had?” I flash her a grin, and she lowers her head, a small smile on her lips. “And when did you stop having a crush on me?” I ask with amusement.

“Never,” she whispers, surprising me by actually answering. Well, this deserves a reward.

After the pasta, Elana’s snuggles up under the blanket, eyes wide like saucers. Every time something slightly alarming happens, she clings to my arm for dear life.

“Get out of there,” she whispers to the screen, half-looking through the crack she’s created with her fingers. A sharp, loud sound fills the room, and she ducks her head behind my shoulder. Adorable. When was the last time I used that word to describe someone?

Every passing second becomes torturous. Feeling her so close, her warmth against my arm, is all slowly driving me insane. My cock has been begging to be let out for the past sixty minutes. It makes me grateful for the blanket Elana threw over me to ‘keep me safe during the movie’, according to her logic. Watching a movie with a girl on the couch. I haven’t done that since my freshman year of college. After a while, I was too impatient to even pretend like I wanted to watch a movie with them. The memories seem like a lifetime ago.

Another jumpscare sends Elana pressing herself into me, the movement like an electric shock straight through my system. She can’t be that scared. Is she teasing me on purpose?

“This will get you in trouble,” I murmur, shifting in place. It does nothing but make my cock rub against my pants more. Fuck.

“What do you mean?” She peeks up at me.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing, Elana.” I look down at her, holding onto my arm like a lifeline.

“What am I doing?” She rests her head on my shoulder and smiles at me. Oh, the wine has definitely gotten into her system. Let’s see just how much. In one swift movement, I have her pinned under me, her knees pressing against my chest.

“Trying to get fucked.” I watch as her eyes go wide. Using my right hand, I push her knees apart so I can rest between them, feeling the heat between her legs. Judging by thesharp breath she takes, I know she can definitely feel me pressing against her. “Is that what you’re trying to do, little duck?” She stays silent, her eyes on mine and her cheeks pink. I slowly slide my hand back up her thigh and under her top. I can feel her heartbeat hammering under my palm, and I don’t think it was the movie that did this. I lower myself and brush my lips across hers. To my surprise, she lifts her head and tries to press her lips on mine. So eager.