Claimed by Him (The Billionaire's Club 1)

Her eyes watered, and her voice broke as she shifted sideways on the couch and slid her hands into his hair. “Graves, you know. Of course you know. You do it by instinct. You…make sure I am safely home when I’m out at night, and help fill up my car with gas, and ask if I’m hurt…and…try to please me even when it hurts you. You…oh, God, Graves, you’re so perfect to me I’ve never even looked at another guy. I’ve loved you since I was fifteen.”

He pulled her up against him and his lips seared her mouth, then traced a path down to her sweet chin dimple, until he came back and recaptured her mouth, more demanding this time. “I really want to make you happy, Chlo.”

Her soft hands slid over his flesh and he could feel his muscles contracting as she went, so he allowed his eyes to drift shut as he absorbed the new sensations. He’d lost his head already, he might as well own it. Enjoy it. Enjoy her. Her touch…her mouth on his skin. Jesus. “You know what you could do for me? You could ask your butler to recognize me so that when I visit…”

“Depends…” he answered in mock somberness.

She blinked. “On what?”

“On how frequently you plan to visit…”

Her lips curled up in mischief and she cupped his jaw within her palm. Graves closed his eyes and shuddered at how much the touch got to him. “Every weekend?” she tried.

“Hell, no, Chlo. I’ll only activate you if you’ll be visiting every evening…otherwise it’s too much trouble,” he bluffed.

“All right—but then I hope you don’t mind me leaving a toothbrush here?” The soft implication that she would be staying the night filled every empty nook and crevice inside of him with elation, and he almost felt like breaking into a dance like Tot.

“I don’t mind. I’m not threatened by a pink toothbrush. But if you leave your panties I’m going to have to smell them when you’re gone.”

She laughed, the sound as sunny and alive as she was, then her volume dropped to a soft hopeful whisper. “So…do you like my touch, Graves?”

“What do you think, sweet baby?” He pulled her up against him until his embrace could have swallowed her entirely, and Chloe felt so good there, so right, it was unbelievable that he’d waited so long to take her in his arms. “I like your touch. Your kiss. Your sweet lips. Your everything. I want it, Chloe. I want you. I want more.”

Their gazes locked for a meaningful moment, then she nodded and kissed him wildly. “Yes…more. More, Graves.”

And she gave him more.

And he gave her everything.