Page 38 of The Billionaire Invitation

He held onto the other end of the roll rather than let her take it right away. “This is big, Honesty. It’s going to be an incredible service to offer this community.”

“Thank you.” She lined a pan with the paper and slid the salmon onto it. As she dolloped a thick layer of pesto sauce onto the salmon fillets, a wave of sadness mixed with gratitude washed over her. Same as it always did when she thought of her brother.

“Okay, now what?” Dante asked, having finished prepping the ingredients for the salad.

She unfolded the other butcher paper to reveal thick, pillowy scallops.

“Nice,” he said. “I’m doing these my way and you can’t stop me.”

“I have no lemons.”

“Criminal.”

“I know. I had to add vinegar to the pesto. Desperate times.”

“Leave it to me. These will be so good, your eyes will roll back into your head.” Leaving the pan to heat, he came to her and tucked his fingers into the front of her apron. “You’re familiar with that sensation, aren’t you?”

She refused to give him the satisfaction of agreeing.

As he panfried the scallops, he slid out of the way so that she could put the salmon into the oven.

“Once the fish is done, we can eat.”

“So, we have time to kill.” Dante finished the scallops and untied his apron. And then he began untying hers.

“What do you think you’re doing? We should get a jumpstart on the dishes. They won’t do themselves, you know.”

“That’s what the dishwasher is for, and it can wait.” He pressed his lips against her neck which erased every thought from her head. “Everything can wait. Except for this.”

He freed the buttons on her simple blouse before she could argue. Not that she wanted to argue when he began thumbing her nipples. He gently nipped and kissed her neck as she dropped her head back onto his shoulder.

“Bedroom,” she whispered.

He stopped kissing her long enough to challenge that. “I thought you liked to be in the kitchen.” He maneuvered her to a small desk built into the wall. Her laptop was open, the screen dark. He gently shut the lid and shoved it and her notebook to one side.

She rested her palms there as he reached around to unbutton her pants. He rucked up her bra, exposing both breasts before he slipped one hand over her lace panties. He teased her center with one hand while fingering her nipple with the other. He kissed her neck some more, and the mesmerizing rhythm of all three of those moves did indeed send her eyes rolling back in her head.

She writhed against his hand while bracing her weight on the desk. It was a good thing she was holding on to something, because his request of “Come for me” nearly buckled her knees. When he repeated it, she obeyed, pressing into his palm and riding out her orgasm.

When she’d caught her breath, she turned to face him. She kicked her pants and panties off, leaving them on the floor.

Smugly, he watched her. He was damned pleased with himself, she could tell. “Don’t just stand there. Take your pants off,” she commanded.

“Yes ma’am.” He tossed them to the floor next to hers. Then he lowered his head to take her breast onto his tongue as he stroked his cock with one hand. Heat pooled in her center as she watched his strong fingers move along the shaft to the head.

“Let me.” She took over for him, trading his hand for hers, growing more wet and ready as she touched him. Every part of him, from smooth muscle to tanned skin to his dark hair, did it for her. He was the sexiest man she’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping with.

His mouth halted over her nipple when his own arousal distracted him. He grasped her hips and turned her around. This time she clutched onto the half-wall dividing her kitchen from her living room and held on for dear life.

He gave each of her butt cheeks a light squeeze before he spread them and entered her from behind. She stood on her tiptoes so that he could maneuver to the promised land, but there was no need. He’d found it on his own.

Her nipples beaded, begging to be plucked. And so she answered the call and reached up to touch herself.

“Fuck yeah,” he growled into her ear, clearly happy about that move. He entered her again and again, his hips flush with her plush bottom as he slipped in and out of her channel. “Do you have another one for me?”

“Fuck, yeah,” she answered, a smile taking over her face.

He must’ve liked that too, because he tightened his hold on her hips and drove into her harder. She switched her hand from one nipple to the other, but soon lost track of everything except for the sensation of him fucking her.