Page 58 of The Billionaire Invitation

He physically lifted her off him, his biceps straining, the veins on the side of his forehead coming to stark attention. Then he slammed her down again, gritting his teeth and growling under his breath.

That was all it took.

They came together in an explosion of pleasure, her screaming his name, him saying hers. And then she collapsed on top of his chest, her cheek against his damp skin. His hands rested on her body—one cupping her ass, one at her back.

As his chest rose and fell, she struggled to catch her own breath. She enjoyed the fresh buzz in her limbs and tried to stay lost in her body. But she came to a sluggish realization anyway.

She didn’t want him to leave tonight.

She wasn’t sure she ever wanted him to leave again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Dante had slept like the dead.

He hadn’t fluttered so much as an eyelash until his phone buzzed. He cracked open one eye, temporarily disoriented by his surroundings. Green plants were draped over a tall white dresser, a full-length mirror in the corner. A floral quilt was covering his lower half, Honesty was blanketing his upper half.

He’d check his text after he made sure he wouldn’t disturb her. She’d had a long day yesterday, starting with a sleep deficit after Jaylyn had been a bad influence.

He inhaled the fresh smell of her hair as his fingers curled around her upper arm.

Last night he’d been halfway to dreamland after the sex they’d had, but she’d been the one urging him to the bathroom to share a shower. He’d borrowed her mouthwash, but that perfunctory swish had been the end of his evening routine. He’d crashed onto her floral bedding and died.

His eyes went to the mirror with regret. He wished he’d have noticed it there. Watching her would have heightened everything. Not that anything had needed to be heightened. He was pretty sure the top of his head would have blown off if he’d watched her reflection sucking him off. Jesus.

Just the thought of it had his cock stirring to life.

This woman.

How had he gone eight years plugging away without realizing how much he’d missed her? Erm…sex. How much he’d missed the sex.

God dammit.

That was not the way he was supposed to be thinking about her. He was supposed to be waking her up for a round two, or was it three? Four? Whatever. Not lying here, her on his chest while he tried not to wake her.

Carefully, he reached for his phone on the nightstand and checked the text message. It buzzed again as a second text came through. The messages were from his assistant, Jennifer.

North Shore Style wants to profile the Refurbs partnership and the nutrition pilot for their Purpose + Power issue. They mentioned the viral photos from the event. Said they’d love to chat with you and Honesty as a unit.

A surge of adrenaline swept through him. This was exactly what Long Live Food needed. Her charity would bloom under the right publicity. It was easy enough for Dante to show up and talk about community outreach. It was an entirely different beast if passionate Honesty told the story of how Christian had inspired her to help others.

He scanned the second text.

The cover is yours if you want it. They were asking if you had time for a photoshoot!

If he wanted it? He almost laughed out loud, might have if he’d been alone. Of course he fucking wanted it. He typed in a reply.

Confirm and let me know a time. Send me the location.

1 pm. Honesty, too? she texted back.

Maybe.

Beside him, Honesty shifted. He didn’t know how she’d feel about coming with him to do an interview, and a photoshoot, but this was an opportunity they absolutely shouldn’t pass up. Even if the questions flirted with gossip. Especially if they did. Readers would love it. The more attention for her pilot the better.

One o’clock. That was four hours from now, which sounded like plenty of time, until he factored in going back to the hotel, getting ready, picking her up, and then traveling to wherever the hell this place was.

He checked his email and his calendar to be sure nothing stood in the way or needed to be moved. Then he did some research.