Intoxicated (Billionaire Bachelors Club #3.5)

“Well, we have four weddings lined up so far,” she says, beaming at me.

Ah, yes. I relented the night of Gage’s reception, finally giving in to her request that we advertise our event facility. Within twenty four hours of agreeing, she showed me a few mockups of print advertising, which just went to show me that she was bound and determined to make it happen, no matter what it took.

That’s one of my favorite things about Bryn. All that steely determination in such a sexy package.

“Four already, huh?” I smile at her, loving how pleased she looks. “That’s great.”

“It is. And I collected deposits from all four of them too,” she says, her expression going the slightest bit cocky. “This is going to be an excellent source of extra income, you know.”

“I know.” I lean over her, resting my hands on the arms of the chair, blocking her in. “It’s going to be a huge success, I’m sure.”

She smirks. “I’m sure too.”

I brush my face against her hair, breathing in her distinct floral scent. A little hum of pleasure escapes her when I nuzzle her cheek with my nose, then press my lips against her cheek. “Why are you so incredibly smart?” I ask.

“I’ve been hanging out with you too long,” she replies.

Jerking away, I stare at her, hating that she puts herself down. Why does she still do that? “This has nothing to do with me and everything to do with you, Bryn. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

Her smile fades and her gaze dims. She offers up a little shrug. “You know how I am.”

“Yeah, I do,” I say vehemently. “You’re too humble. You act like all the great things you do are by accident or whatever. You accomplish so much.” I shake the chair arms, startling her. “You’re amazing, Bryn. I wish you could actually see that.”

She licks her lips and gives me a tremulous smile. “You make me feel amazing,” she admits softly.

“You do the same for me.” I grip the chair arms and brace myself as I move in to kiss her, again and again. Simple little brushes of my mouth against hers. “I love you,” I whisper against her lips. “So damn much. And I believe in you. I wish you could believe in yourself just as much.” I want to reassure her. Convince her how f**king unbelievable she is. Try to make her see how much I love her, how much she means to me.

How much I need her.

Bryn

I’M COMPLETELY SURROUNDED by Matt, and I love it. He looks so good in his white button-down shirt and dark jeans, smelling of the outdoors, his hair a little mussed, his skin burnished from the sun. His mouth is on mine, firm and insistent as he continues to kiss me. I part my lips, his tongue delving inside, meeting mine, and a little moan escapes me at first contact, a riot of butterflies seeming to flutter just beneath my skin.

“I love you too,” I say when we break apart. Our breathing is accelerated, and I stare at his mouth, wishing it was back on mine. He reaches for me, his hands gripping my waist as he plucks me from the chair and places me on the edge of the desk.

He settles in his chair directly in front of me and reaches beneath my skirt, his hands gently gripping the inside of my knees as he slowly spreads my legs apart. “Remember that time I f**ked you on my desk?” he asks, his eyes full of wicked intent.

A shiver moves through me at his choice of words and the memories. There have been plenty of times when we’ve messed around in his office. We’ve always been so hot for each other, especially at the beginning of our relationship . . .

We’d just started dating and he’d pulled me into the office, locking the door behind us. I’d been facing the desk, and Matt had pushed me forward over it, taking me from behind. I quickly discovered he liked it that way, which was unbelievably hot. But he likes sex pretty much any way, as long as the two of us are involved.

He’s done amazing things, that Matthew DeLuca. Always making me feel wanted and boosting my ego.

“From what I remember, you’ve f**ked me on your desk a couple of times.” I reach out and trace my fingers down the front of his shirt, along the row of buttons. I slip the top one undone, and then the next, my gaze locked on his chest as his skin is slowly revealed behind every button that comes free. “You did lock the door, right?”

Matt chuckles, massaging my inner thighs with the tips of his fingers. “Oh yeah. Because I definitely plan on f**king you on this desk again.”

I finish unbuttoning his shirt and push it off his shoulders. He takes over, shaking it off so it lands on the floor, and I’m confronted with a wall of solid masculine flesh. I love how he’s built. All broad shoulders and firm muscle, the faintest amount of hair at the center of his chest—he’s beautiful. Warmth radiates from his skin, and his scent wraps all around me as I inhale deeply, breathing him in.

He’s addictive. Intoxicating. I can’t get enough of this man.

“We need to hurry,” I whisper before I press my lips to his chest, just above his right pectoral. “I have a meeting in fifteen minutes.”

“I’m afraid you’re going to miss it,” Matt says as he pushes the fabric of my skirt up until my thighs are completely exposed. “Or at the very least, you’ll be late. I’m sure your business partner won’t mind though.”

“My partner is supposed to be in this meeting too so we can’t miss it. And we really shouldn’t be late.” I reach for the waistband of his jeans and slowly undo his fly. “The people meeting with us are known to be very punctual.”