How To Catch A Billionaire(12)
Author: Helen Cooper

“Oh Sarah. What are you doing?” She frowned at me. “I knew I shouldn’t have left my job.”

“It’ll be okay.” I cross my fingers. “I promise.”

She sighed and turned back to her cupcakes. “I sure hope so.” She turned back to me with a glint in her eyes. “So was he good in bed?”

I collapsed into laughter and sighed dreamily. “He’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. And when I say the best, I mean the best. This man knows his moves.”

She giggled and put the mix into cupcake holders. “Well I want to hear more about it later.”

“Okay.” I grinned back at her, my body tingling from the memories of last night. “Oh yeah, do you have the latest Cosmo?”

“Why, you want to learn some new sex moves?” She laughed at me and I stuck my tongue out at her.

“No. I just want some mindless reading for my bath.”

“Sure sure. Go in my room, I have a copy on my nightstand.”

“Great, thanks Jane.” And with that, I ran to her room, grabbed the copy and went to relax in the bath. I lay back in the bubbles and closed my eyes. This was the life, I thought. All I needed was a glass of champagne and some strawberries. And a hot man to scrub my back. Scratch that, I wanted Harry to scratch my back and have his wicked way with me. I felt a warm wave of desire hit me as I thought of Harry and I splashed myself. There was no way that I wanted to develop a bigger crush on him. I was just setting myself up for disappointment. He was too old, too rich and too snarky. Plus, he was too handsome. A man like him could have anyone he wanted and obviously did. He wasn’t looking to settle down. I bit my lip as I thought about the feelings he had stirred in me. The feelings that were in me were about more than the sex. I groaned and scrubbed my body hard trying to forget him.

I heard someone knocking on the door but was too captivated in the ‘10 sex moves to spice up your relationship article’ to ask Jane who was there. I blushed as I read some of the positions. I was lying back daydreaming when I heard a knock on the door.

“Uh, Sarah.” Jane’s voice sounded odd. “Some guy is here saying he’s your fiancé.”

“What?” I sat up. “My what?”

“Your fiancé.” I heard Harry’s sultry voice behind the door and threw my hands up to cover my br**sts.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for our date.”

“But it’s still early,” I muttered.

“Sarah, this is the guy you’re going on a date with?” Jane’s voice was filled with disbelief.

“I think so.” I sighed. I had conveniently forgotten to tell Jane I was seeing an ‘older man’.

“Oh ok.” Jane paused. “You’re not engaged, are you?”

“Jane!”

“Sorry but I’m confused.”

“Take Harry to the living room and I’ll be out in a sec.” I sighed and pulled the plug out of the bath before I stepped out and wrapped myself in a towel. So much for a relaxing soak and some silly articles to get myself ready for the night. I opened the door and walked to my bedroom muttering to myself about how mad I was. I opened my bedroom door and nearly dropped my towel when I saw Harry sitting on the edge of my bed.

“What are you doing in here?” I hissed.

“I asked Jane if I could wait in your room.” He smiled. “She’s a nice girl.”

I narrowed her eyes at him. “Yes, she is. But why did you need to wait in my room?”

“I thought we’d have some fun before dinner.” He licked his lips and I pulled my towel around me tighter.

“We’re not having any fun before or after dinner,” I said haughtily.

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You can resist this?” He pointed to himself and I rolled my eyeballs at him.

“I can more than resist you.” I flounced to my closet with my heart beating rapidly. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see the flush in my face. The flush that would let him know that I was lying and wanted to flatten him on the bed in that very moment. He was wearing khaki pants and a black Bob Dylan t-shirt and he looked hotter than I had remembered. He also had some stubble on his face that was more appealing than it should be. I wanted to rip his t-shirt off and feel the roughness of his stubble against the smoothness of my face and br**sts. I couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like rubbing against my clit. I moaned involuntarily and tried to banish his sexy image from my thoughts.

“What are you moaning about, Sarah?” I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He had gotten off the bed and walked over to me. I felt his arms go around my waist and I struggled to clench the top of the towel to make sure that it didn’t fall down.

“I’m groaning because I have nothing to wear,” I mumbled angrily. “Oh.” My voice became breathy as I felt his lips on the back of my neck, and kissing their way down to my bare shoulders.

“I don’t mind if you have nothing to wear,” he growled into my ear and then he tugged on my towel until it went flying to the floor. “I don’t mind at all.” His hands moved up and caressed my br**sts; he moved his fingers to my ni**les and rolled them with his fingertips, squeezing them gently.

“Oh Harry.” I leaned back into him and closed my eyes. I felt his hardness pushing into my butt through his pants.

"Yes, Sarah?" I could hear a chuckle in his voice.

"Nothing." I squirmed in his arms. I wanted to move away from him but I didn’t have the will power. He turned me around to face him and pulled me towards him hard, crushing my br**sts against his chest. I felt his tongue worm its way into my mouth and I sucked on it eagerly; enjoying the minty taste in my mouth.

"Now now, Sarah." He grinned down at me as he pulled away slowly. "As much as I’d love to ravish you right now, we really don’t have the time."

"Huh?" I looked at him in confusion, my body groaning in rebellion. "I made reservations for dinner."

"Oh." I peered up at him in his casual clothes and frowned. "You don’t look very dressed up for dinner."

"I’ve got clothes to change into."

"Oh." I shivered at the coldness of the room and he drew me close to him and rubbed my back.

"Get some clothes on before you catch a cold," he scolded me and I wanted to retort back to him that he was the reason why I didn’t have any clothes on. "Unless you want us to warm you up in another way."