Most Eligible Billionaire: a grumpy sunshine romantic comedy (Billionaires of Manhattan)
Chapter 15

HE IS KISSING ME.

Henry Locke is kissing me. My shoulder blades press against the rough wall. It feels good. He feels good. My breath sounds ragged inside our kiss. Hands wander over my skin.

And he kisses me. Beautifully. Cradling the back of my head. Like I matter.

I melt into him, into the feel of his strong hands and the texture of his voice. I know it’s wrong, but I’m so deep into the pleasure of him I might need a series of decompression chambers to get out.

I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t even care. He could ask anything and I’d say yes.

I never dreamed I could feel like this with a guy. Like he’s waking up something in me that died a long time ago.

He starts undoing my buttons. He breaks the kiss, but he keeps going with the buttons.

My gaze falls to his fingers. Warmth blooms between my legs. I want to kiss his fingers but I don’t want him to stop. I love the way they feel. Feather-light brushes at my chest.

“So superior,” I say.

“When given complete control,” he says, all rumbly. It’s hot when he says that.

And then he pauses, midbutton.

Like he just thought of somewhere he had to be, or maybe he left the stove on.

He kisses again. He pulls back.

And he smiles.

And all the warmth drains out of me. It’s his fake smile. His billion-dollar camera smile. The smile he uses to charm and direct his minions.

He’s seducing me.

“Oh my god. So not happening.” I push him away.

He steps back, gaze on my face. “What?”

“What?” I echo. “Just another business problem with a business solution. And the solution is your magic peen? Is that it?”

I don’t wait for an answer. I grab my purse and sweep Smuckers up into my arms. “You’re not going to get your way by fooling me, and you’re sure not going to get it like this. Smuckers and I are so out of here.”

“Vicky—”

I put up a hand for him to talk to. It’s a bit 2003, but everything is relative.